Favourite Sinner

When God comes to me
I will be shaking
Gun loaded on my knee
My fingers waiting
Gonna tell him I was born, mistaken
Then Im gonna let my fingers slip

God help my shaking hand
I can see your light
Theyre lining up the dead
Gonna take another sip of your soul
Your favorite sinner

My God is just a dream
Hes got the answers
This citys killing me
Faster and faster
Gonna tell him I was born, broken
And then Im gonna let myself run free

God help my burning hair
I can see your light
Youre lining up the dead
Gonna take another sip of your soul
Your favorite sinner x3