Chop Suey Soad

I don't think you trust myself right too sincere.
I cry when angels deserve to die.
I don't think you trust myself right too sincere.
I cry when angels deserve to die.
Father, Father, Father, Father, Father, Father, Father,
Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.
Father, into your hands, why have you forsaken me?
In your eyes forsaken me, in your thoughts forsaken me,
In your heart forsaken me.
I don't think you trust myself right too sincere.
I cry when angels deserve to die.