The Old Religion

And the old religion humming in your veins Some animal instinct starting up again And I am wound so tightly, I hardly even breathe You wonder why we're hungry for some kind of release So tired of being careful, so tired of being still Give me something I can crush, something I can kill A lightning strike, a fallen tree I'm not afraid, oh, don't let it find me But you can't outrun yourself, you'll see And I'm powerless, oh, don't remind me And it's the old religion but the urge remains the same Freedom from the body, freedom from the pain And it's your troublеd hero back for season six When it's at its darkеst, it's my favourite bit And I am wound so tightly, I hardly even breathe You wonder why we're hungry for some kind of release Watch me crawl on hands and knees And scratch at the door of heaven A lightning strike, a fallen tree I'm not afraid, oh, don't let it find me But you can't outrun yourself, you'll see And I'm powerless, I know and don't remind me And it's the old religion humming in your veins Some animal instinct starting up again And I am wound so tightly, I hardly even breathe You wonder why we're hungry for some kind of release A lightning strike (And it's the old religion), a fallen tree I'm not afraid, oh, don't let it find me But you can't outrun (And it's the old religion) yourself, you'll see And I'm powerless, oh, don't remind me