You're making my tired ears bleed
It's a table for a magic show
But I am blind, my faith is gone
And you can pray
The guilt is gone and I can finally breathe
That I won't be saved
And I must face
I won't kneel at your alter now that I know
I'm getting up from off my knees
We're destined to all die alone
We're destined to all die alone
I buried my cross with a rose
I buried my cross with a rose
But I won't be saved
But there is not a plan for me
I'm finding out the good book was wrong
I won't kneel at your alter now that I know
