Holy
Yeah, you've got it all
But you've got it all wrong
No, you don't know
You're a poor unfortunate soul
Oh, I know
You make it seem that you feel whole
So they don't know
You're a poor unfortunate soul
Yeah, you put on a faith facade
Think you're holy when you're not
I hate to break it to you, baby
But you're simply lost
You can right all the wrongs just to feel you belong
But simply calling out sins don't bring you closer to God
You're just a ghost at most
A set of empty bones
Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole
When it gets cold
oh, oh, oh
No, you don't know
No, you don't know
Oh, you're all alone, you poor unfortunate soul
You can't control
where your body lets you go
Oh, you're all alone, you poor unfortunate soul
And you say
that I've got it all wrong
'Cause you just know
I'm a poor unfortunate soul
But there's no way that there's weight in the words that you preach
When you're claiming your faith and you contradict your speech
So I sit here and listen to your tongue and cheek
I know that when you sit and pray, you're only praying for keeps
'Cause you're a ghost at most
A set of empty bones
Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole
When it gets cold
oh, oh, oh
No, you don't know
No, you don't know
Oh, you're all alone, you poor unfortunate soul
You can't control
where your body lets you go
Oh, you're all alone, you poor unfortunate soul
You're shallow and empty and filled with regret
I think that chest must be heavy from that cross on your neck
You only wear 'cause you're wary of what comes next after your death
Don't think I didn't notice
Ooh, ah-ah
Don't think I didn't notice
Ooh, ah-ah
Don't think I didn't know you're just a po-o-o-or
Poor unfortunate so-o-o-oul
Poor unfortunate, po-o-o-or
Poor unfortunate so-o-o-oul
Poor unfortunate, po-o-o-or
And you've got it all (poor unfortunate so-o-o-oul)
You've got it all wrong (poor unfortunate so-o-o-oul)
And you'll never know, know, know, know, know (poor unfortunate so-o-o-oul)
You're a poor unfortunate soul
Ooh, ooh, whoa
Don't think I didn't notice
Ooh, ooh, whoa
But you've got it all wrong
No, you don't know
You're a poor unfortunate soul
Oh, I know
You make it seem that you feel whole
So they don't know
You're a poor unfortunate soul
Yeah, you put on a faith facade
Think you're holy when you're not
I hate to break it to you, baby
But you're simply lost
You can right all the wrongs just to feel you belong
But simply calling out sins don't bring you closer to God
You're just a ghost at most
A set of empty bones
Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole
When it gets cold
oh, oh, oh
No, you don't know
No, you don't know
Oh, you're all alone, you poor unfortunate soul
You can't control
where your body lets you go
Oh, you're all alone, you poor unfortunate soul
And you say
that I've got it all wrong
'Cause you just know
I'm a poor unfortunate soul
But there's no way that there's weight in the words that you preach
When you're claiming your faith and you contradict your speech
So I sit here and listen to your tongue and cheek
I know that when you sit and pray, you're only praying for keeps
'Cause you're a ghost at most
A set of empty bones
Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole
When it gets cold
oh, oh, oh
No, you don't know
No, you don't know
Oh, you're all alone, you poor unfortunate soul
You can't control
where your body lets you go
Oh, you're all alone, you poor unfortunate soul
You're shallow and empty and filled with regret
I think that chest must be heavy from that cross on your neck
You only wear 'cause you're wary of what comes next after your death
Don't think I didn't notice
Ooh, ah-ah
Don't think I didn't notice
Ooh, ah-ah
Don't think I didn't know you're just a po-o-o-or
Poor unfortunate so-o-o-oul
Poor unfortunate, po-o-o-or
Poor unfortunate so-o-o-oul
Poor unfortunate, po-o-o-or
And you've got it all (poor unfortunate so-o-o-oul)
You've got it all wrong (poor unfortunate so-o-o-oul)
And you'll never know, know, know, know, know (poor unfortunate so-o-o-oul)
You're a poor unfortunate soul
Ooh, ooh, whoa
Don't think I didn't notice
Ooh, ooh, whoa
Credits
Writer(s): Lyndsey Gerd Gunnulfsen, Blake Preston Harnage, Sierra Kusterbeck
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