Favourite Sinner      When God comes to me   I will be shaking   Gun loaded on my knee   My fingers waiting   Gonna tell him I was born, mistaken   Then I'm gonna let my fingers slip      God help my shaking hand   I can see your light   They're lining up the dead   Gonna take another sip of your soul   Your favorite sinner      My god is just a dream   He's got the answers   This city's killing me   faster and faster   Gonna tell him I was born, broken   And then I'm gonna let myself run free      God help my burning hair   I can see your light   You're lining up the dead   Gonna take another sip of your soul   Your favorite sinner X3