Amen

And are those real angels in the magazines?

Oh, is there is a Heaven? You'd know now, you've been

Are those real stars that hang in the sky?

Or are they manmade? A trick of the light?

Amen

Amen

Amen

And is there a God up there? So where does He hide?

'Cause the Devil is raging inside my mind

And is there a moment where it all makes sense?

When saying goodbye doesn't feel like the end?

Amen

Amen

Amen

Sometimes I can't help blaming you

For leaving me here, what am I supposed to do?

There's plenty of women, there's drink, there's drugs

But we both know that won't be enough

'Cause I see you in the daytime and I hear you at night

There's a pale imitation burnt in my eyes

I don't wanna be here, I don't know what to do

Sometimes I'd rather be dead, at least then I'm with you

Amen

Amen

Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, amen