Blame the almighty, crucify me, martyrdom, sex, and fameScreaming "Oh, oh my god. Oh, that's your god?"Blindfold the firing squadPay the almighty with your bodyThen you can carry meScreaming "Oh no, that's wrong. You don't belong"Stand before the firing squadOhI'm alone again, I'm alone againI'm alone again, ohI was fine with those poster ghosts haunting my wallsBut now I want it allI want it allScreaming "Oh, oh my god. Oh, that's your god?"Blindfold the firing squadThey, the almighty, keep inviting us to all come alongThen they scream "Oh, oh my god"When they see that you're flawedTake shots at the firing squadIt seems that I'm alone againBut you said you would give me the worldI was fine with those poster ghosts haunting my wallsBut now I want it allI want it allOver and over, and over againOh my god, is that your god?I'm over, over, over, over itSoul made the devil his richesBecause I couldn't have gotten here all by myselfAll of us paper thin pages ripped for moneyAll of us paper thin pages ripped for moneyOh, it seems that I'm alone againBut you said you would give me the worldI was fine with those poster ghosts haunting my wallsBut now I want it allIt seems that I'm alone againBut you said you would give me the worldI was fine with those poster ghosts haunting my wallsBut now I want it allOver and over, and over againOver, over and overOver and over, over and over, over itOoh, oh shit