Holy

You’ve got it all
But you’ve got it all wrong
Now you don’t know you’re a poor unfortunate soul
Oh, I know
You make it seem that you feel whole
So they don’t know you’re a poor unfortunate soul
You put on a faith facade
Think you’re holy when you’re not
I hate to break it to you, baby
But you’re simply lost
You can right all the wrongs just to feel you belong
But simply calling out sins don’t bring you closer to God
You’re just a ghost at most
A set of empty bones
Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole
When it gets cold, oh, oh, oh
You don’t know
No, you don’t know
Oh, you’re all alone
You poor unfortunate soul
You can’t control where your body lets you go
Oh, you’re all alone
You poor unfortunate soul
And you say that I’ve got it all wrong
'Cause you just know I’m a poor unfortunate soul
But there’s no way that there’s weight in the words that you preach
When you’re claiming your faith and you contradict your speech
So I sit here and listen to your tongue and cheek
I know that when you sit and pray you’re only praying for keeps
'Cause you’re a ghost at most
A set of empty bones
Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole
When it gets cold, oh, oh, oh
You don’t know
No, you don’t know
Oh, you’re all alone
You poor unfortunate soul
You can’t control where your body lets you go
Oh, you’re all alone
You poor unfortunate soul
You’re shallow and empty and filled with regret
I think that chest must be heavy from that cross on your neck
You only wear 'cause you’re wary of what comes next after your death
Don’t think I didn’t notice
Don’t think I didn’t notice
Don’t think I didn’t know
You’re just a po-o-o-or, poor unfortunate
So-o-o-oul, poor unfortunate
Oh, oh, oh, oh, poor unfortunate
So-o-o-oul, poor unfortunate
And you’ve got it all
You’ve got it all wrong
No, you’ve never known, known, known, known
You’re a poor unfortunate soul
Don’t think I didn’t notice