[bad word] with the only saints i know
everyone was wearing their halos
this is how we look when we die
decorations on the tables
x-marks over our eyes
cleanse the faces of
all the ones you love
think about how your friends are
all the people who you'll ever do wrong
just because they'll love you anyways
doesn't mean they forget everything you say
I'm not so sure about anything
I never stop and think about anything at all
I'm not so sure about anyone
I never stop and think about anyone at all
this is how we all look when we die