Holy

Yeah, you've got it all But you've got it all wrong No, you don't know You're a poor unfortunate soul

Oh, I know You make it seem that you feel whole So they don't know You're a poor unfortunate soul

Yeah, you put on a faith facade Think you're holy when you're not I hate to break it to you, baby But you're simply lost You can right all the wrongs just to feel you belong But simply calling out sins don't bring you closer to God

You're just a ghost at most A set of empty bones Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole When it gets cold Oh, oh, oh

No, you don't know No, you don't know Oh, you're all alone, you poor unfortunate soul You can't control Where your body lets you go Oh, you're all alone, you poor unfortunate soul

And you say That I've got it all wrong 'Cause you just know I'm a poor unfortunate soul

But there's no way that there's weight in the words that you preach When you're claiming your faith and you contradict your speech So I sit here and listen to your tongue and cheek I know that when you sit and pray, you're only praying for keeps

'Cause you're a ghost at most A set of empty bones Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole When it gets cold Oh, oh, oh

No, you don't know No, you don't know Oh, you're all alone, you poor unfortunate soul You can't control Where your body lets you go Oh, you're all alone, you poor unfortunate soul

You're shallow and empty and filled with regret I think that chest must be heavy from that cross on your neck You only wear 'cause you're wary of what comes next after your death Don't think I didn't notice

Ooh, ah-ah Don't think I didn't notice Ooh, ah-ah

Don't think I didn't know you're just a po-o-o-or Poor unfortunate so-o-o-oul Poor unfortunate, po-o-o-or Poor unfortunate so-o-o-oul Poor unfortunate, po-o-o-or