Somehow, I think I’m going home
Even though my friends can’t reach me
I don’t know how I ended up alone
All I know is you can’t save me
They only asked us to believe
They only wanted us to follow
I think I’m old enough to see
I think I’m going home tomorrow

I believe in…
Sinners and hypocrites
Burning in the desert for a rich man
Liars and lunatics
Lead us to the slaughter for our last stand
Killers and idiots
Dying in the desert for a rich man
Sinners and hypocrites
Gather us together for the master plan

I didn’t bother with my faith
How will my family recognize it?
Somehow, I think I’m going home
But I still [bad word] it
I know I don’t want to die
But I know dying will not end it

I believe in…
Sinners and hypocrites
Burning in the desert for a rich man
Liars and lunatics
Lead us to the slaughter for our last stand
Killers and idiots
Dying in the desert for a rich man
Sinners and hypocrites
Gather us together for the [bad word] 

I know the [bad word] is all a lie - my skin is cracking on my lips
I don’t pretend that I can understand why we are doing this
My heart has bled a thousand times - how will I live with what we’ve done?
The [bad word] is the knowledge that I’m not the only one

Why am I here?
What did I do?
Why?