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