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There's beauty in the questions
That I still can't answer now
But the world got less depressing
When I finally left the house
Wasn't locked out of heaven
I just had to look around
Doesn't mean I still don't have my doubts.
But something's bubbling under
All of the damned are growing in numbers
Tell me, are you starting to wonder
Why you hold your side so dear?
Your head down, stuck in the pages
Can't see the angels in front of your faces
Easier for you if they're not here
They're still here.
By lightning strike
Or flood below
By our own damn hands
Or righteous ghost
You can pray your way up to the gates
To find out it's a joke
But either way it's going up in holy smoke
Going up in holy smoke.
There's beauty in the essence
But somewhere along the way
The fundamental lessons
Get rewritten day to day
I know that I don't know things I won't know until I greet the grave
Tell me, can you say the same?
Can you say the same?
By lightning strike (by lightning strike)
Or flood below (or flood below)
By our own damn hands (by our own damn hands)
Or righteous ghost (righteous ghost)
You can pray your way up to the gates
To find out it's a joke
Either way it's going up in holy smoke.
When the truth gets loud (when the truth gets loud)
When the blood runs cold (when the blood runs cold)
When the sand runs out (when the sand runs out)
When the rug gets pulled (when the rug gets pulled, ah)
I just hope I get to see it if I'm lucky to get old
Either way it's going up in holy smoke
Going up in holy smoke.
Choose your teacher
Choose your trope
All goes up in holy smoke
Whether you believe it
Or you don't
All goes up in holy smoke.
By lightning strike
Or flood below
By our own damn hands
Or righteous ghost
Yeah...
Either way it's going up in smoke
Up in holy smoke
Either way it's going up in smoke
Up in holy smoke
Either way it's going up in smoke
Up in holy smoke
Either way it's going up in smoke
Up in holy smoke
Either way it's going up in smoke
Up in holy smoke
Either way it's going up in smoke
Up in holy smoke.
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