Past Tense, Future Perfect letra

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."

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]

Paint It Black - Letras

• "Less Deicide, More Minor Threat!"
• 365
• Amnesia
• An Hour And A Half Late For Happy Hour
• Anesthesia
• Angel
• Another Beautiful "Fuck You" Song!
• Atheists In Foxholes
• Atticus Finch
• Bliss
• Burn The Hive
• Cannibal
• Check Yr Math
• Cipher
• Cutting Class
• CVA
• Dead Precedents
• Election Day
• Exit Wounds
• Four Deadly Venoms
• Four Simple Steps To Total Life Satisfaction
• Ghosts
• Goliath
• Gravity Wins
• Head Hurts Hands On Fire
• Headfirst
• Homesick
• Invisible
• Labor Day
• Little Fists
• Memorial Day
• Missionary Position
• New Folk Song
• Nicaragua
• Nicotine
• Panic
• Past Tense, Future Perfect
• Pink Slip
• Props For Ventriloquism
• Saccharine
• Sacred
• Salem
• Severance
• Shell Game Redux
• Short Changed
• So Much For Honour Among Thieves
• Surrender
• The Beekeeper
• The Fine Art Of Falling Apart
• The Insider
• The Ledge
• The New Brutality
• Void
• Watered Down
• We Will Not
• White Kids Dying Of Hunger
• Why Film The Carnage?
• Womb Envy
• Worms