Serial from Shadow Puppets by Spencer LaJoye

I put my hands above my head and follow everyone’s lead
In an arena full of Jesus freaks and followers-to-be
I hope they find the hope I hope to find by singing “I am free”
I feel a hand around my waist and he smiles at me


I kinda like it later when I feel that hand around my throat
I can tell he feels alive and he’s been wanting it, so
I’ll make his heart beat if it kills me, take this gospel on the road
I’ll sell a smile, say I bought it with my soul


I convince myself that everyone needs me
I get off on making somebody feel things
Hitch a ride in a set of good veins
Til another one draws me away


I put my hands above my head, confessed to everything
In this dream, they wouldn’t take me in, they let me go free
What do you think that it could mean that I refused to leave the lot?
You ask which part of me’s the killer, which part’s the cop


I convince myself that everyone needs me
I get off on making somebody feel things
Hitch a ride in a set of good veins
Til another one draws me away
It’s something serial, I can’t explain


I can’t just keep getting away
I can’t just keep getting away with it
It’s just I’m nothing if I am nobody’s type
Just give me some time to find out what you like
You look me square in the eye
You look so serious sometimes
You say, “does this feel alright? How does it feel this time?
How does it feel to be alive?”


How does it feel to be alive?

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