Can I Exist
Home is where they say the heart is
Mine's buried in the yard
Hell's a place they say is for sinners
I'll be the man in charge
But...how, can I exist?
Within the mist of this?
But... how, can I admit?
That I would quit on you?

I wrote God a simple letter
Still haven't heard from him
I must have really messed up this time
**** must have hit the fan
But... how, can I exist?
Within the mist of this?
But... how, can I admit?
That I would quit on you?

But... how, can I exist?
From the mist of this?
But... how, can I admit?
That I would quit on you?
Can I admit?
That I would quit on you?