I used to want to be a priest
And I'm not going to get into why that was a terrible idea
Sometimes I stutter when I speak
And it ruins the vocal take (I'm keeping it)
Now, what does it mean to be weak?
And what does it mean to ask yourself that same question every day?
And how come there's a new answer each time?
Modified to exclude what you just did again

I guess I need a break

Are there any saints in the area?
Takе my lines and play me for a while
Arе there any saints in the area?
Take my crimes, represent me at the trial
I'll be quiet, I'll behave

We sat in silence for about ten minutes
Silence that pushed my emotions way past their limits
You whimpered, I was putting down a sick dog
I said, "I can't find the right thing to say at the moment, but I hope you understand how I feel."
And that was not the right to say at the moment
The right thing came a little too late, a little too cryptic, a little too homophobic
As it always does with this guy

I'm sorry for making you a victim of my art
This is the final sin, the breaking of my heart
Are there any saints in the area?
Take my lines and play me for a while
Are there any saints in the area?
Take my crimes, represent me at the trial
I've got to save his life
I've got to save his life

(God damn)
A cancer, he was so smart
I only cry for myself, c'mon now
A fire starts in my stomach
I am the evilest person I know