Lyric Favourite Sinner

When God comes to me
I will be shaking
Gun loaded on my knee
My fingers waiting
Gonna tell him I was born, mistaken
Then I m gonna let my fingers slip

God help my shaking hand
I can see your light
They re lining up the dead
Gonna take another sip of your soul
Your favorite sinner

My god is just a dream
He s got the answers
This city s killing me
faster and faster
Gonna tell him I was born, broken
And then I m gonna let myself run free

God help my burning hair
I can see your light
You re lining up the dead
Gonna take another sip of your soul
Your favorite sinner X3