Who?
Who? Who
Watches the windows, dear?
Checks that the coast is clear
Before you guzzle down that wine you're drinking?
Say, does it cleanse your bones?
Take half the shame you own?
Does it ensure you're pure before the sunlight sinks in?
Does heaven's light shine as bright as you claim it?
Is it your right to teach how to attain it?
Are you the one who has come with intention to save?
You've sharpened up that old book like a knife
So you can draw blood if it's used in a fight so
Tell us again, how you're holier than?
It's all justified (say it)
My, my, my
Sins are somehow still righteous
I, I, I'm
Not partisan, I am just pious
(Who? Who? Who? Who?)
Prays with a pistol dear?
Preys on the quaint and feared?
Yet claims, your aim is to cure, to tainted
You live locked and loaded now
Are you afraid somehow
They'll drag you down
So you can't let them win?
Since when is love a sin?
You get to love so loud
(Screaming)
My, my, my
Sins are not as unrighteous
I, I, I'm
Not prejudiced, I am just pious
When the clouds open and fire rains down
When the prophesized trumpeters come pouring out
Will they play just for you?
When they look at your life and don't like what they find
Will you say, "Well, their sins taste more bitter than mine
I did all I could do to drag them down
If a rose is a rose then I'm the ground
I don't need to grow, I already know all that I need to know
I know"
My, my, my
Virtues are blind to my vices
I, I, I'm
Whose voice has been heard on the highest
(Who? Who?)
Watches the windows, dear?
Checks that the coast is clear
Before you guzzle down that wine you're drinking?
Say, does it cleanse your bones?
Take half the shame you own?
Does it ensure you're pure before the sunlight sinks in?
Does heaven's light shine as bright as you claim it?
Is it your right to teach how to attain it?
Are you the one who has come with intention to save?
You've sharpened up that old book like a knife
So you can draw blood if it's used in a fight so
Tell us again, how you're holier than?
It's all justified (say it)
My, my, my
Sins are somehow still righteous
I, I, I'm
Not partisan, I am just pious
(Who? Who? Who? Who?)
Prays with a pistol dear?
Preys on the quaint and feared?
Yet claims, your aim is to cure, to tainted
You live locked and loaded now
Are you afraid somehow
They'll drag you down
So you can't let them win?
Since when is love a sin?
You get to love so loud
(Screaming)
My, my, my
Sins are not as unrighteous
I, I, I'm
Not prejudiced, I am just pious
When the clouds open and fire rains down
When the prophesized trumpeters come pouring out
Will they play just for you?
When they look at your life and don't like what they find
Will you say, "Well, their sins taste more bitter than mine
I did all I could do to drag them down
If a rose is a rose then I'm the ground
I don't need to grow, I already know all that I need to know
I know"
My, my, my
Virtues are blind to my vices
I, I, I'm
Whose voice has been heard on the highest
(Who? Who?)
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Writer(s): Aria Nicole Braswell
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