Church Of The Drive Thru Elvis Testo

And there❝s someone always laughing over me
A taste of my inferiority
It mocks me and weakens me
Emphasises what is wrong with me
And now that I am not content to be
A weak impression of what used to be
I wake up in terror
To see that I am so incredibly low
We are all sinners alone
You take life better than me
My wheelchair sinks into the sand
Like blooms fractured and torn
Everyone❝s a sinner baby that❝s for sure
No conduit messiah god-like
With halo aesthetically
Appease my all consuming vanity
And now that I am not content to be
A weak impression of what used to be
I wake up in terror
To see that I am so incredibly low
We are all sinners alone
Spirit serene
It❝s my spirit so serene
You take life better than me
My wheelchair rolls into the sea
Tender blooms fractured and torn
We❝re all sinners alone