Lyrics: Timothy Ouyang
Music: Timothy Ouyang
I'm always asking permission
Like a good boy who stays in his lane
In a prison of rules
That should get me through to heaven
I've got a box of ambitions
I locked away in my chest
Because God hates my pride
So I guess I'll hide behind Him
What is the point of me trying
If all that I was made for was dying?
Is life just a game
Of catching a plane to the sky?
I'm always terrified that I'm sinning
But praying in a cage isn't living
Is life just a list
Of all that I missed
And all that I was ever denied?
I feel like I'm just waiting to die
I
Like I'm just waiting to die
I
Like I'm just waiting to die
I
Like I'm just waiting to die
I always stand at a distance
From the love that I wish could be mine
From the warmth of a hand
But I never can go near it
If God demands my submission
I'll sit along in my room
Because I'm scared of hell
So I might as well just listen
What is the point of me trying
If all that I was made for was dying?
Is life just a game
Of catching a plane to the sky?
I'm always terrified that I'm sinning
But praying in a cage isn't living
Is life just a list
Of all that I missed
And all that I was ever denied?
I feel like I'm just waiting to die
I
Like I'm just waiting to die
I
Like I'm just waiting to die
I
Like I'm just waiting to die
Stuck in indecision
Searching for a mission
Goodness me how could this be a
Permanent condition
Of just an intermission
Is my fate to sit and wait
And never know I'm awake?
What is the point of me trying
If all that I was made for was dying?
Is life just a game
Of catching a plane to the sky?
I'm always terrified that I'm sinning
But praying in a cage isn't living
Is life just a list
Of all that I missed
And all that I was ever denied?
I feel like I'm just waiting to die
I
Like I'm just waiting to die
I
Like I'm just waiting to die
I
Like I'm just waiting to die