Can I make this up?
Could I kneel down, worship on a Sunday?
Forgetting all about my mistakes
Will I right my wrongs?
Or will these bad deeds catch up with me someday?
Is there a devil? Does he know my name?
We’ve been staring up to the sky
And telling stories bout tomorrow
Telling stories that we don’t know
But does anybody look back down to Earth, or am I in this alone?
I’m caught up in all these technicalities
I’m losing
I can’t think no more
My momma tell me keep your searching
Praying to a god like he been keeping score
Is there nobody there to save me?
Does anybody know my name?
If nothing there in beginning (oh)
Oh is my ending just the same?
I’m caught up in all this death anxiety
I got no way to make it out (out, yeah)