Feels like God himself's under my tongue Thinks while I find the Lord while I'm still young He won't open up his gates for just anyone Moving up, touching the sky is Oh, Hey
How the hell are we still breathing
Never had much to believe in, but I think I'm sleeping I'm not touching the ceiling, oh the hell are we still breathing
Never had much to believe in, but I think I'm sleeping I'm not touching the ceiling, oh the hell are we still breathing
Never had much to believe in, but I think I'm sleeping I'm not touching the ceiling, oh the hell are we still breathing
