Feeling like an attempted angel
Feeling like an unwilling demon
It's consoling but it's not healing
It's sheltering but it's not saving

It's not saving, it's not saving

Feeling like a sin conscious of itself
Trying hard but in vain to avoid myself
Exhausted fighting against something
I cannot win

I cannot win, I cannot win
Which god don't know that I'm dead

Feeling like an attempted angel
Feeling like an unwilling demon
It's consoling but it's not healing
It's sheltering but it's not saving

It's not saving, it's not saving
Which god don't know that I'm dead

I would never hurt you just myself
God I want you to know that I'm dead

I cannot win, I cannot win
Which god don't know that I'm dead