Inferno

I’m Jesus Christ
I’m swinging
In a gallery in France

I’m the guillotine
I’m terrified
There will be no second chance

And cowardice is prettiest in a nice dress
From high command I feel the need
To confess

In the morning
In the evening
I keep trying, Lord I’m trying

I’ve never known myself
But then I’ve never claimed to know
I do this for my health
Breathing the dust
Of an inferno

I’m Joan of arc
I’m dying
Just waiting for your call
I’m watching The Real Housewives
And crawling up the walls

This heart of mine’s a glorified abscess
In high demand I feel the need
To confess

In the morning
In the evening
I keep trying, Lord I’m trying

But I’ve never been myself
And that I’ve always seemed to know
I’m drinking to your health
Drinking the dust
Of an inferno

I’ve never seen myself
And I hope I never know
I’m nothing but a shell
Nothing but dust
In an inferno