Tell him this much
You forsake him
Due to pretension
And now we have everything we need
To come up to where you're pristine
We believe
We believe
We believe
We believe
I know this much
You can't withstand
Taking it upright
I know this much
You felt dirty
Because it was tight
Tell him this much
That old feeling
I'm done hanging on
Tell him this much
Stop pretending
What was had is gone (Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone)
And now we have everything we need
To come up to where you're pristine
We believe
We believe
We believe
We believe
We believe, we believe, we believe, we believe
We believe, we believe, we believe, we believe
We believe, we believe, we believe, we believe
We believe, we believe, we believe, we believe
We believe, we believe, we believe, we believe
Satan talks to me through this
I didn't want to do it, Satan made me...
