Bury me, I'm counting down the days I like the way you stand with God when you're too afraid You'll spend your whole life running And you'll still end up with nothing But I've washed my sins in the blood of Jesus (in the blood) In the blood Bury you 'til it fucking hurts But I don't want to be a member of your fucking church, no No, no, no, no Tell me, tell me Why are Christians so accepting of death? Does that mean that I don't believe in God? 'Cause I'm not ready to leave yet No I'm not ready to die at all But you, you've got it all figured out You're counting down the days But what makes you so certain you're the one to be saved? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck 'Cause let me tell you Love like that must cost An arm and a fucking leg Because my tongue will not move No matter how hard I beg