I put my body on display for the world to watch I'll twirl a lot to the point that I hurl a bunch Coughing blood Pain is attention Dead and redemption And like Saint Maud, I get cold Beg for the pension And if heaven is real I regret what I feel The devil is real But nah, he won't save me for real And will my enemies feel My repentance and guilt? Or will they Tell me what's real and maybe end it for real? And it's the fear in the eyes of Yahweh It's the fear from the skies It's the fear every time that I'll die And every moment of sickness I just call for forgiveness Wondering if the thundering Won't stop as it comes for me We stand in need of a miracle We stand in need of a miracle We stand in need of a miracle We stand in need of a miracle