I do not find worthiness a virtue I no longer try to be good It didn't keep me safe, like you told me that it would So come on tear me wide open A terrible gift Let the chorus console me Sympathy Magic And a light coming in the window just so And the wind through my fingers The only God that I know And it does not want me on my knees to believe Head high, arms wide Aching, aching, aching and alive and alive

I do not find worthiness a virtue I no longer try to be good It didn't keep me safe, like you told me that it would So come on tear me wide open A terrible gift Let the chorus console me Sympathy Magic And a light coming in the window just so And the wind through my fingers The only God that I know And it does not want me on my knees to believe Head high, arms wide Aching, aching, aching and alive and alive | Brainrot Research