Tekster: U.P.O.. Godless.

I'm checking into leaving, yeah, I'm folding
I'm tired of breaking down and shaking this life around
I'm tired of praying, yeah, I'm tired of trying myself
I'm tired of being taken all the way

And I don't need to be godless but I am
And I don't need my head keepin' all my problems
And I don't need your hand of God
And I don't need to say I'm godless
With nowhere to fall, I'm all ready to fall

Day by day, I'm like a paper puppet and I'm stumbling around
I'm aching on my brain and I'm in big trouble, big trouble
I still got to breathe, oh yeah, like my shame this will all go down
God damned me that's for sure and I believe, I believe I don't belong here

And I don't need to get my head kicked in
And I don't need to be another lost soul who can't find home
And I don't need to get my face tracked down in the muddy water
And I don't need to say I'm godless anymore, no, not anymore

Still I'm gone
Still I'm on the run
Still I'm on the break of the edge
Still I, still I'm feeling dead

And I don't need to be godless but I am
And I don't need another lost soul who can't find home
And I don't need your hand of God
And I don't need to say I'm godless anymore, anymore