Blood – Bad Omens – letras

There’s no rest for the wickedThere’s not a home underneath the mudAnd we’re all dead, so what’s the differenceBetween a God and a loaded gun?I am the sun, the rain, the oceanI am the flood, the flames, the chosenIt’s in our blood – it’s on our breathIt’s in the taste between life and deathIt’s in our bloodI hung myself up on a cross to bleedNobody cared, nobody listened to meSo I’m not carrying the weight of a conscienceBring the floods, bring the flames, bring the violenceIt’s in our blood – it’s on our breathIt’s in the taste between life and deathIt’s in our hearts – it’s in our headsIt’s for the lives we never got to liveIt’s in our bloodThere’s no rest for the wickedThere’s not a home underneath the mudAnd we’re all dead, so what’s the differenceBetween a God and fucking gun?BloodThere’s no rest for the wickedThere’s not a home underneath the mudAnd we’re all dead, so what’s the differenceBetween a God and his only son?It’s blood