"No, I'm not dead"
Is all I hear inside
As my brain fights
A battle with my pride
To the victor
Go the spoils of my life
To the loser
A deep-thrusting knife
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I lay here knowing I've lost
No matter who finally wins
And I don't say to myself
"Take charge of this"
Because I know I can't
Everything works itself out
Right?
Everything will be okay
Right?
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White lights everywhere
I'm here, I'm there
I can hear my own wet breath
These feel like stitches
And my chest itches
This can't be death
Smells like a room I've been in before
Have to get out, where is the door?
Someone please save me
"Jesus!" I've cried
"Jesus, you lied!"
"There's nothing you gave me!"
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Redemptions for fools
Plain as can be
I didn't believe in Jesus
Because he didn't believe in me
