Breathing Fire

Well, I can't help the things I do I stay lost until I'm found
I drag my hate through the dirt and then dust it off uptown
Behold a righteous hypocrite with poison in his veins
Blinded by religion when it goes against the grain

Tent revival, holy choir
Soul survivor, lost desire
Wayward son, sick and tired of
Praying for forgiveness Lord, tonight
I'm breathing fire

Is it something in the water or just my DNA
That makes a Sunday morning saint out of this old piece of clay
Do I make another promise or pray a sinner's prayed
Do I reach out for redemption or do I eve care

Tent revival, holy choir
Soul survivor, lost desire
Wayward son, sick and tired of
Praying for forgiveness Lord, tonight
I'm breathing fire

Well, it seems like every time I'm doing right
I always turn toward wrong, always turn toward wrong
And by the time I finally see the light
The darkness feels like home, feels like home

Tent revival, holy choir
Soul survivor, lost desire
Wayward son, sick and tired of
Praying for forgiveness Lord, tonight
I'm breathing fire