Without a Prayer

He doesn't know when the room went dark but he found himself without a doubt

That the chance was gone to make another mark and put another prayer in a stack he saved without

A place or time that he could call his own Would you say his soul was saved?

Now, what is your life, is living everything you wanted tonight?

Hey, when will the time of living foolishly be same as

seriously shameful waste of your time

Wondering what to do with all these prayers

Rising to the service I arrive

Holding onto my dear life

We all said each had seen you last alive

Betting on the tear tracks ten percent to tithe

Walking right in the footsteps of the Lord

Would you say his soul was saved?

And in the darkness there he died, or will a bastard be revived?

Now, what is my life, is living everything I wanted tonight?

Hey, when will the time of living foolishly be same as

seriously shameful waste of my time

Wondering what to do without a prayer

I can't believe this anyhow, I don't understand

Your suffering and sacrifice under praying hands

I'm cast unclean until the evening

Looking every bit the part

Undiscovered sinners leaning in to practice to perfect the meaning of neglect

Art carved stone angels looking up and down

It's dark enough to walk around

So is it darkness when I die, or will a bastard be revived?

He's a little genius of faith, with ideas newborn from haze

Now, what was my life, is dying everything I wanted tonight?

Hey, when will the time of living foolishly be same as

seriously shameful waste of my time

Wondering what to do with all these prayers

God, what was my life, was dying everything you wanted tonight?

Hey, when will the time of living foolishly be same as seriously shameful waste of my time

Wondering how to get a single prayer.