All of my friends, live in a plastic bag
Walking around, jumping the train tracks
Over the fence, veins all black
Sleep on a bench in the park on my birthday
Call the blue lights
Cursed your name
When I find I'm still awake
Oooh and you
Give me everything good
I throw it away
I wish I could quit
But I can't stand the shakes
Choking on smoke
Singing your praise
But I think there's a god and he hears
Either way
I rejoice
And complain
I never know what to say
But I think there's a god and he hears
Either way
And I rejoice
And complain
Lift my voice
That I was made
And somebody's listening at night
The ghost of my friends
When I pray
Asking why did you let them leave and then make me stay
Knows my name and all of my hideousness mistakes
I rejoice
I rejoice
I rejoice
I rejoice