Jesus Christ has a pretty face   The kind you'd find on someone that could save   If they don't put me away   It'll be a miracle      Do you believe you're missing out   And everything good is happening somewhere else?   But with nobody in your bed   The night's hard to get through      And I will die all alone   And when I arrive, I won't know anyone      Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again   So what did You do those three days You were dead?   'Cuz this problem's gonna last   More than the weekend      Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die   I'm a little bit scared of what comes after   Do I get the gold chariot?   Do I float through the ceiling?      Do I divide and fall apart?   'Cuz my bright is too sly to hold back all my dark   And the ship went down in sight of land   And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?      I know you'll come in the night like a thief   But I've had some time alone to hold my lies   I know you think that I'm someone you can trust   But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to never give up      So do you think that we could work out a song   Some know that it's you and that it's over so I won't even try   I know you'll come for the people like me   But we all got wood and nails, we're tongue tied to a hating factory      Yeah, we all got wood and nails, we're tongue tied to a hating factory   Yeah, we all got wood and nails, and we sleep inside of this machine