I know this much
I can't stand you
When I become him

I know this much
I don't feel free
When I'm repentant

Tell him this much
You don't want him
Due to extra skin

Tell him this much
You forsake him
Due to pretension

And now we have everything we need
To come up to where you're pristine
We believe
We believe
We believe
We believe

I know this much
You can't withstand
Taking it upright

I know this much
You felt dirty
Because it was tight

Tell him this much
That old feeling
I'm done hanging on

Tell him this much
Stop pretending
What was had is gone (Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone)

And now we have everything we need
To come up to where you're pristine
We believe
We believe
We believe
We believe

We believe, we believe, we believe, we believe

We believe, we believe, we believe, we believe

We believe, we believe, we believe, we believe

We believe, we believe, we believe, we believe

We believe, we believe, we believe, we believe

Satan talks to me through this
I didn't want to do it, Satan made me...