I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel place
My left arm has been blown off, and my wings have been teared off
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel place
My right arm is full of scars, and I've devoted everything
Why am I here? In this dark, stagnant world
The pain from these ridiculous scars never stops tormenting me for a single moment
My feelings carve into me a sense of loss and are slowly going numb
I keep counting just how much I have to offer and repeat that question, again and again
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel place
My left arm has been blown off, and my wings have been teared off
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel place
My right arm is full of scars, and I've devoted everything
Why am I fighting? In this fragile, rickety world
The itch from these unpleasant scars never stops tormenting me for a single moment
My emotions allow me the right to abandon and are slowly dying inside
I keep counting just how much I have destroyed and repeat that question, again and again
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel place
My left arm has been blown off, and my wings have been teared off
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel place
My right arm is full of scars, and I've devoted everything