Dying To Stay Alive

Where I come from, we don't talk about the waves

Where I come from, we make the same mistakes

Where I come from, asking questions is the same as sin

If you're looking up to look for God, then why the grin

God was here autumn of last year

But just like most of us, he got the hell up outta here

Saw a distant breaking sun, between the steeple and the gun

Saw an opening in the clouds, couldn't tell what was peeking down

Trapped here, with these thoughts in my mind I'm dying to stay alive, I'm dying to stay alive

Woah

Dying to stay alive, I'm dying