Pastor in a Coma Lyrics

There's a conflict in his head
It's a clash of good and bad
and no one can help
There is no reward
For being a saint
There is no reward
Destruction we paint
Just winding down
Like a broken clock
The disorders sink in
Like chips off the block
Clench a pistol with a fist
Then you brought it to a church
Those demons still exist
and no one can help
There is no reward
For being a saint
There is no reward
Destruction we paint
Just winding down
Like a broken clock
The disorders sink in
Like chips off the block
Embrace the void
The mind is a powerful tool
We're all cut from the same cloth
Distorted delusions rule
The lifespan of a moth
Just winding down
Like a broken clock
The disorders sink in
Like chips off the block
There is no reward
For being a saint
There is no reward
Destruction we paint