Providence

Count the lights on empty souls

Quietly behind the doors

Oh, bleeding us just for fun

Men of power telling lies

Shifty hands and thirsty eyes

And they can smell your fear like blood

Oh, my weary soul

We've met your kind before

Set fire to us all

And oh sweet providence

Come save us from ourselves

From Hell and consequence

Feed the rich and kill the poor

Turn out the lights and just ignore

What's going on outside

Beating hearts of the depraved

We've turned their people into slaves

And we've given up before we've even tried

And oh my weary soul

We've met your kind before

Set fire to us all

And oh sweet providence

Come save us from ourselves

From Hell and consequence

And oh my weary soul

We've met your kind before

Set fire to us all

And oh sweet providence

Come save us from ourselves

From Hell and consequence

And oh my weary soul (oh, my weary soul)

Oh, my weary soul (oh, my weary soul)

And oh sweet providence

Come save us from ourselves

From Hell and consequence