Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray The Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray to God my soul to take.
If I should live for other days,
Pray The Lord to guide my ways.  

My skin is inside out,
And my thoughts are speaking aloud.
Now I'm on my knees to shout,
"Father, are you proud?"
All of my life I've begged you for forgiveness,
But now I just want to settle this;
When you write your list,
Leave me off and call it quits.

How can something so beautiful love something so weak?
I fear to forget what I'm supposed to seek.
Is there a purpose to anything?
Maybe I'm just not getting the joke.
I've always been the one too slow.

What is a man with no hope?
What is a future with no grace?
Even the divine soap
Cannot clean this waste.

I'm thinking myself into a corner I can't get out of.
I'm backed in by a priest with surgeon gloves.
Tear it all out, don't leave anything.
My heart is hollowed out, and ill never amount to anything.

I don't want forgiveness to get into heaven.
I want forgiveness for the way I left you hanging.
Tell me what it's like to make a child that morphs into a hand grenade.
Then tell me what it's like to watch it pull it's own pin and burn away.
I would say sorry,
But apologies are nothing more than excuses to me.

So when you write your list,
Just leave me off and call it quits.

And now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray The Lord my soul to reap.
And if I should die before I wake,
I pray to God my soul to forsake.
If I should live for other days,
I pray The Lord to forget his mistake.