Around and round in a cycle
Cause it feels worse being idle
If I could be still for a second
And keep the past where I left it
Every time I try, I can't lie
I'm always in the way
I've tried to pray
But no one's listening
A wall of saints
That never say my name
If there's something left to save
I'm begging to change

Let me be born from nothing
Got a hold of my sins, let 'em in, let 'em end
Will there be a ghost, when I let go, of what I used to know?
Will there be a ghost, if I can let go, if I can let it go?
Every time I try, I can't lie
I'm always in the way

I've tried to pray
But no one's listening
A wall of saints
That never say my name
If there's something left to save
I'm begging to change
Let me be born from nothing

I never knew the cost of trying to be God
This is the true cost to try to be God

I'm always in the way
I've tried to pray
But no one's listening
A wall of saints
That never say my name
If there's something left to save
I'm begging to change
Let me be born from nothing