Inferno
I’m Jesus Christ, I’m swinging
In a gallery in France
I’m the guillotine, I’m terrified
There'll be no second chance
And cowardice is prettiest in a nice dress
From high command, I feel the need to confess
In the morning, in the evening
I keep trying, Lord, I’m trying
In the morning, in the evening
I keep trying, Lord, I’m trying
But I’ve never known myself
But then, I’ve never claimed to know
I do this for my health
Breathing the dust of an inferno
I’m Joan of arc, I’m dying
Just waiting for your call
I’m watching The Real Housewives
And crawling up the walls
This heart of mine’s a glorified abscess
In high demand, I feel the need to confess
In the morning, in the evening
I keep trying, Lord, I’m trying
But I’ve never been myself
But then, I’ve always seemed to know
I’m drinking to your health
Drinking the dust of an inferno
I’ve never seen myself
And I hope I never know
I’m nothing but a shell
Nothing but dust, in an inferno