We are the trade-ins, the souls that needed saving
Counting on a tired god who didn't really want the job
If he's on vacation, as I wait to be taken
Then nothing really matters now
So what am I so worried about?
No more sunny days
I can report there's clouds in all directions
Full speed ahead
Because I know the storm like the back of my hand
I go to pieces every time anybody needs me
'Cause I am trying to understand
The shame and the box it came in
Hold on tight 'cause trouble is creeping near
Hell's gotta be empty 'cause the devils are all up here
When my getaway was in full swing
The ground just started shaking
The children wept
Would've thought it was a nightmare if ever I slept
And I go to pieces every time anybody needs me
I am trying to understand
The shame and the box it came in
Hold on tight 'cause trouble is creeping near
Hell's gotta be empty 'cause the devils are all up here
We are the trade-ins, the souls that needed saving
Counting on a tired god who didn't really want the job
If he's on vacation, as I wait to be taken
Then nothing really matters now
So what am I so worried about?
I go to pieces every time anybody needs me
I am trying to understand
The shame and the box it came in
Hold on tight 'cause trouble is creeping near
Hell's gotta be empty 'cause the devils are all up here
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