In your life who am I
Look at me, say what you see
A twin soul, an enemy
Who falls down
To their knees
Asking for grace
Do you see white, black or red
Something that shines, someone that bleeds
Something alive, something dead
Dead, we are dead, we are dead, we are dead
Lay your life in my hand
Sell your soul to a band
I will worship, worship the ground you touch
Lay your heart in everything you do
I see you, I see a child
With expensive clothes and cheap taste
A burned out star without a stage
A watch of gold and a heart of stone
You buy love and sell hate
Believe that speed and sugar are the same thing
Your gifts feel like flowers stolen from a grave
Lay your life in my hand
Sell your soul to a band
I will worship, worship the ground you touch
Lay your heart in everything you do
So RIP all my dreams small
All skies blue
All pink clouds
Childhood and youth are no longer ours
Rest in peace high ambitions
and overarching belief
Happiness is dead, long live happiness
What have you become
How I have waited
What have you become
How I have longed for you
Lay your life in my hand
Sell your soul to a band
I will worship, worship the ground you touch
Lay your heart in everything you do