The Gospel

Bury me, I'm counting down the days
I like the way you stand with God when you're too afraid

You'll spend your whole life running
And you'll still end up with nothing
But I've washed my sins in the blood of Jesus (in the blood)
In the blood

Bury you 'til it fucking hurts
But I don't want to be a member of your fucking church, no
No, no, no, no

Tell me, tell me
Why are Christians so accepting of death?
Does that mean that I don't believe in God?
'Cause I'm not ready to leave yet
No I'm not ready to die at all

But you, you've got it all figured out
You're counting down the days
But what makes you so certain you're the one to be saved?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

'Cause let me tell you
Love like that must cost
An arm and a fucking leg
Because my tongue will not move
No matter how hard I beg



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Otten, Bryan Garris, Isaac Hale
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