Empty Elvis - letlive.

Blame the almighty, crucify me, martyrdom, sex, and fame

Screaming «oh my god.

oh, that’s your god?»

Blindfold the firing squad

Pay the almighty with your body then you can carry me

Screaming «oh no, that’s wrong.

You don’t belong»

Stand before the firing squad

I’m alone again

I was fine with those poster ghosts haunting my walls

But now I want it all

«Oh my god.

oh, that’s your god?»

Blindfold the firing squad

They, the almighty, keep inviting us to all come along

Then they scream «oh my god» when they see that you’re flawed

Take shots at the firing squad

Seems that I’m alone again

But you said you would give me the world

I was fine with those poster ghosts haunting my walls

But now I want it all

Over and over again

Oh my god, is that you god?

I’m over it

Soul made the devil his riches

Because I couldn’t have gotten here all by myself

All of us paper thin.

pages ripped for money

Seems that I’m alone again

But you said you would give me the world

I was fine with those poster ghosts haunting my walls

But now I want it all