I am not a sinner
I fall asleep after dinner
This table used to be my favorite tree
A temper isnt courage
You eat too much and then purge
Electric eyes judge the elastic city
Where is my conviction?
Well, I was as convicted as a gospel singer
Im still addicted, like a vampire slayer
I just have no mission
Theres an invisible church inside of me
Its deep, dark and united
I dont know why Id hide it
But I must have done some kind of good job
Cause now I cant even find it