In this life you think that you're the only one
I can see in how you choose your holy ones
And if you think you should be saved from where you've come
I can vouch for all the time you have to move on

Mmm mmm

Maybe you see the pity that I think I do disguise
But I can't run, leave you to feed the flies
No, no

Drink bitter medicine
Lap it up, crawling low
Wearing on your mind
Oh, oh