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And I don't need to be godless, but I am
I don't need my head keeping all my problems
And I don't need your hand of god, yeah
I don't need to say I'm godless
With nowhere to fall, yeah I'm all ready to fall

Day by day I'm like a paper puppet
And I'm stumbling 'round
I'm aching on my brain
And I'm in, big trouble, big trouble
I still gotta breathe, oh yeah
Like my shame this will all go down
God damned me that's for sure and I believe
I believe I don't belong here

And I don't need to get my head kicked in
And I don't need to be another lost soul
Who can't find home
And I don't need to get my face dragged down in the muddy water
And I don't need to say I'm godless anymore, yeah, not anymore

Still I'm gone
Still I'm on the run
Still I'm on the break of the edge
Still I'm, still I'm feeling dead

And I don't need to be godless, but I am
And I don't need to be another lost soul
Who can't find home
And I don't need your hand of god, yeah
And I don't need say I'm godless anymore, anymore yeah
Oooooooooooooohhhhhhh, Oooooooooooooohhhhhhh yeah."