you think you're special
you think you're something
i think you're the second coming of nothing


(chorus)
you want to be my jesus
you want to be my mock impression savior when you can't even save yourself
so could you bring your pulpit down and let your ego touch the ground
and I've always seen through the mist
perfect doesn't exist
so lead your sheep astray
a father's not supposed to run away
your father said he'd never run away


you speak in riddles
but your words clearly depreciate the value of your theories


(chorus)
you want to be my jesus
you want to be my mock impression savior when you can't even save yourself
so could you bring your pulpit down and let your ego touch the ground
and I've always seen through the mist
perfect doesn't exist
so lead your sheep astray
a father's not supposed to run away
your father said he'd never run away


my stigmata's bled me dry
i'd have to bleed my eyes out to not see past your lies
now take a good long look inside and ask yourself does jesus really
fill your life or is your heart too hardened now by dollar signs and lies
cry out for sympathy
how's it feel to be labeled unholy
silver tongued enemy there's a place in hell made for your misery
(chorus)
you want to be my jesus
you want to be my mock impression savior when you can't even save yourself
so could you bring your pulpit down and let your ego touch the ground
and I've always seen through the mist
perfect doesn't exist
so lead your sheep astray
a father's not supposed to run away
your father said he'd never run away