Lyrics:

All of my friends, a plastic bag
Walking around, jumping the train tracks
Over the fence, veins all black
Sleep on the bench in the park on my birthday
Call the blue lights, cursed your name
When I find I'm still awake

Give me everything good, I'll throw it away
I wish I could quit, but I can't stand the shakes
Choking smoke, singing your praise
But I think there's a God and He hears either way
I rejoice and complain
I never know what to say

But I think there's a God and He hears either way
And I rejoice and complain
Lift my voice that I was made
And somebody's listening at night
The ghosts of my friends when I pray
Asking, 'Why did You let them leave
And then make me stay?'
Know my name and all of my hideous mistakes
I rejoice, I rejoice
I rejoice, I rejoice