Before you hedge those bets you placed against me
Be reticent of fortunes they foretell
Your verbal defecation I can't wash away despite my self
Your vanity it seems has served you well
You're so quick to choose the path walked by the righteous
So you can go and nest among the weak
And the innocent observers will refuse to find the lie within
Renew the disappointment of the meek
You're no Jesus Christ
You're no Jesus Christ
Put the gun in my mouth and pull the trigger
I feel so alive here
Put the gun in my mouth, it tastes so bitter
I feel so alive here
You're no Jesus Christ
You're no Jesus Christ
You keep taking over
I keep rolling over
I can't take it any more
You keep taking over
I keep rolling over
I can't take it any more
Before you hedge those bets you placed against me
be reticent of fortunes they foretell
Your verbal defecation I can't wash away despite myself
Your vanity it seems has served you well
You keep taking over
I keep rolling over
I can't take it any more
You keep taking over
I keep rolling over
I can't take it any more
You keep taking over
I keep rolling over
I can't take it any more
You keep taking over
I keep rolling over
I can't take it any more