State of love and justice, a forced state bound to pretend Sin still plays and preaches but the hell might end before And the signs are passing and *** the wheel, can't read it Sacrifice, receive it, a spell that's on my hands and feet And I listen for the voice inside my head Nothing, I'll do this one myself Lay her down as priestess, should the Lord be a countenance Wealthy head, my honor, make it paint a painful liquid Promises, a whisper burned in the haze of darkness Want to be enlightened like a woman who told me I had to And the verses are born directly at my head Oh help me, help me from myself And I listen for the voice inside my head Nothing, I'll do this one myself Myself, myself Yeah, yeah Hey, na-na-na-na, hey there something Hey, na-na-na-na, hey there something Hey, na-na-na-na, hey there something On the back, back of the wicked hand And I listen for the voice inside my head Nothing, I'll do this one myself And the fair away, trigger shakes, aimed right at my head Won't you help me, help me from myself Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh State of love and truth and love Yeah, yeah