I've got a God shaped hole that's infected And I'm petrified of being alone It's pathetic, I know
And I toss and I turn in my bed It's just like I lost my... (lost my head)
* And if I believe you, would that make it stop?
If I told you I need you, is that what you want?
I'm broken and bleeding and begging for help And I'm asking you Je-sus, show yourself
I thought I'd met you once or twice
but that was just because the dabs were nice and opening up my mind
Showing me consciousness is primary In the universe and I had a revelation
I'll be your child if you insist
I mean, if it was you that made by body you probably shouldn't have made me atheist and oh.
I'm a lesbian kiss I'm an evangelist
And "If you don't wanna go to hell then Miss, you better start selling this"
If I'm lost, then how can I find myself?
