Before you hedge those bets you placed against me Be reticent of fortunes they foretell Your verbal defecation I can't wash away despite my self Your vanity it seems has served you well
You're so quick to choose the path walked by the righteous So you can go and nest among the weak And the innocent observers will refuse to find the lie within Renew the disappointment of the meek
You're no Jesus Christ
You're no Jesus Christ
Put the gun in my mouth and pull the trigger I feel so alive here Put the gun in my mouth, it tastes so bitter I feel so alive here
You're no Jesus Christ
You're no Jesus Christ
You keep taking over I keep rolling over I can't take it any more
You keep taking over I keep rolling over I cant take it any more
Before you hedge those bets you placed against me be reticent of fortunes they foretell Your verbal defecation I can't wash away despite my self Your vanity it seems has served you well
You keep taking over I keep rolling over I cant take it any more
You keep taking over I keep rolling over I cant take it any more
You keep taking over I keep rolling over I cant take it any more
You keep taking over I keep rolling over I cant take it any more