It's got nothing to do with luck   And it's got nothing to do with sin   You said, "God's got it in for you. You're fucked"    But I don't believe in him.      Standing underneath    Stars and satellites      I can see it out of the corner of my eye But this time I've got a running start   "What a perfect match," I thought   Your black eyes and my black heart         Standing underneath    Stars and satellites   And the sky's not falling on my head tonight      It's in my blood   No, not that tired cliche   For me it's literal   Just check the hospital bill      It's in my heart   Filed under "left for dead"    Sewn together with a needle and thread   It's in my head      History is fiction   God can't touch us now   We're out of his jurisdiction      We are invincible   We may bend, but we will not be broken