Jesus Christ, that’s a pretty face,
The kind you’d find on someone that could save.
(If they don’t put me away
Well, it’ll be a miracle.)

Do you believe you’re missing out?
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed,
The night’s hard to get through.

And I will die all alone.
And when I arrive, I won’t know anyone.

Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again,
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
‘Cause this problem’s gonna last more than the weekend.

Well, Jesus Christ, I’m not scared to die;
I’m a little bit scared of what comes after.
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?

Do I divide and fall apart?
‘Cause my bright is too slight
To hold back all my dark.
And this ship went down in sight of land.
And at the gates,
Does Thomas ask to see my hands?

I know you’re comin’ in the night like a thief,
But I’ve had some time, oh lord,
To hone my lying technique.
I know you think that I’m someone you can trust,
But I’m scared I’ll get scared,
And I swear I’ll try to nail you back up.

So do you think that we could work out a sign,
So I’ll know it’s you,
And that it’s over, so I won’t even try?

I know you’re coming for the people like me.
But we all got wood and nails,
And turned out a hate factory.
And we all got wood and nails,
And turned out a hate factory.

Yeah, we all got wood and nails,
And we sleep inside of this machine.