Empty Elvis

Blame the almighty crucify me martyrdom s*x and fame

Screaming oh my god oh that's your god

Blindfold the firing squad

Pay the almighty with your body then you can carry me

Screaming oh no that's wrong You don't belong

Stand before the firing squad

I was fine with those poster ghosts haunting my walls

But now I want it all

Oh my god oh that's your god

Blindfold the firing squad

They the almighty keep inviting us to all come along

Then they scream oh my god when they see that you're flawed

Take shots at the firing squad

Seems that I'm alone again

But you said you would give me the world

I was fine with those poster ghosts haunting my walls

But now I want it all

Over and over again

Oh my god is that you god

I'm over it

Soul made the devil his riches

Because I couldn't have gotten here all by myself

Seems that I'm alone again

But you said you would give me the world

I was fine with those poster ghosts haunting my walls