Anastasia -

And stay these hands

You know how weak I’ve become

And give me the strength to overcome

The ones that are lost, defeated, the damned, the ones I love

And we are orphans and ghosts

Orphans and ghosts

Orphans and ghosts

Orphans and ghosts

I want to feel grace, to kiss its gentle face

I have become so weary, so tired from the sins that I carry

Oh God, what have I done, and who have I become?

I could see Hell in my eyes

But it’s the closest that I have felt to Heaven in this life

He found Jesus in a needle

But he’s not a holy man

She only knew of love in storybooks

She wished she’d never read

Now we are orphans and ghosts

Among the world, we live alone

But you are not alone

My love, my love, my love, my love

Love, you are not alone

What a travesty it is to wash away our sins

We are baptized in regret

We speak in tongues

And what a travesty it is to wash away our sins

We are baptized in regret

I want to feel grace, to kiss its gentle face

I have become so weary, so tired from the sins that I carry

Oh God, what have I done, and who have I become?

I could see Hell in my eyes

But it’s the closest that I have felt to Heaven in this life

What a travesty it is to wash away our sins

We are travesties, we are

We are, oh yeah