I've got my finger on the trigger
One bullet in the gun
And I'm spinning the revolver
Thinking this could be the one

I tried to find religion
To see what I'd become
I was ruined by the world
But I blamed it on the Son

Am I worthless?
Am I filthy?
Am I too far gone for a remedy?
Will you help me?
Cause I'm dying
To be something more than a memory
If I reach out
Can I trust you?
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