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