Favourite Sinner — текст песни (drugstore)

When God comes to me

I will be shaking

Gun loaded on my knee

My fingers waiting

Gonna tell him I was born, mistaken

Then Im gonna let my fingers slip



God help my shaking hand

I can see your light

Theyre lining up the dead

Gonna take another sip of your soul

Your favorite sinner



My God is just a dream

Hes got the answers

This citys killing me

Faster and faster

Gonna tell him I was born, broken

And then Im gonna let myself run free



God help my burning hair

I can see your light

Youre lining up the dead

Gonna take another sip of your soul

Your favorite sinner x3