Текст песни Past Tense, Future Perfect

It's got nothing to do with luck, & it's got nothing to do with sin.
You said, "God's got it in for you.
You're fucked," but I don't believe in him.

Standing underneath stars and satellites.
The sky is not falling on my head tonight.

I can see it out of the corner of my eye,
but this time I've got a running start.
"What a perfect match," I thought, "Your black eyes and my black heart."Paint It Black - Past Tense, Future Perfect - http://ru.motolyrics.com/paint-it-black/past-tense-future-perfect-lyrics.html

It's in my blood. No, not that tired cliche.
For me it's literal, just check the hospital bill.
It's in my heart. Filed under "left for dead,
" and sewn together with a needle and thread.
It's in my head. History is fiction.
God can't touch us now; we're out of his jurisdiction.

We are invincible. We may bend, but we will not be broken. [x3]