[Pre-Intro Instrumental]
[Intro]
There are two voices in my head.
One tells me to forgive.
The other tells me
to fucking finish it.
[Hook]
GOOD GOD
BAD MAN
BLOODSTAINED
SHAKING HANDS
HEAVEN WEEPS
HELL STILL CALLS
I DON’T KNOW
ME AT ALL
[Verse]
I still wanna believe there’s good in me somewhere,
buried underneath the scars I wear.
I still bite my tongue instead of drawing blood,
still try to hold back the flood.
Maybe mercy means something after all.
Maybe broken things don’t have to fall.
I keep reaching upward through the dark,
trying to restart this dying heart.
[Pre Chorus]
But every time I start to heal,
something underneath me screams.
Like the devil’s fingernails
dragging through my fucking dreams.
[Chorus]
One side begs for peace,
one side wants the end.
One hand reaches out,
the other pulls me in.
Halo over my head,
hell beneath my skin.
I don’t know who I am—
I just know both of them.
[Verse]
I fucking love the taste of hate sometimes,
the rush that comes with crossing lines.
I like the pressure in my chest,
the violence begging to be fed.
Every wound made me colder.
Every loss made me worse.
Now the thing inside my head
sounds more honest than the church.
[Pre Chorus]
I hear it whisper when I sleep:
“Let go.
They deserve to bleed.”
[Chorus]
One side begs for peace,
one side wants the end.
One hand reaches out,
the other pulls me in.
Halo over my head,
hell beneath my skin.
I don’t know who I am—
I just know both of them.
[Heavy Instrumental]
[Verse]
Maybe there was never two.
Maybe both sides tell the truth.
Maybe heaven needs the dark
just to know what evil is.
Because I feel them merging now,
teeth and halos twisting round.
And every time I try to choose,
I fucking lose.
[Breakdown]
SAVE ME.
KILL ME.
SAVE ME.
KILL ME.
GOOD GOD
BAD MAN
BLOODSTAINED
SHAKING HANDS
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
One side begs for peace,
one side wants the end.
One hand reaches out,
the other pulls me in.
Halo over my head,
hell beneath my skin.
I don’t know who I am—
I just know both of them.
[Hook]
GOOD GOD
BAD MAN
BLOODSTAINED
SHAKING HANDS
HEAVEN WEEPS
HELL STILL CALLS
I DON’T KNOW
ME AT ALL
[Heavy Instrumental]
[Outro]
Maybe monsters
don’t crawl out of hell.
Maybe they’re born
inside people trying to be good.
