From The Last, Last Call Testo

Here's a long, evasive story
Of faded hopes and glories
Old chandeliers and scratched up 45s
Here's some hymns for my procession
And a couple drunk confessions
A lie soaked in rapture to hide

No, no lie, no lie
Believe me when I say
I'm trying hard today But I'm not alright, no I'm not alright
Tell me it's not true
I would never lie to you
I'm not alright, no I'm not alright
Maybe you will see that it wasn't meant to
That it's me, no

The sit-ins of the faithful
The luxuries of regret
It's the faithless who will know loves tradgedies
An act of purification
A thought of past intentions
Spite me for minding my core duties

No, no lie, no lie
I can't believe you say that
You're better off this way
But I'm not alright, no I'm not alright
Tell me what you see
When you stare and look at me I'm not alright, no I'm not alright
I'm sorry when I say
I'm still holding on today

And will you forgive me
When I'm found dead on this train
On the outskirts of Berlin
Doubled up on angel dust
And crying on my knees
For some God to come and save this lifeless soul for me
And my ghost will write these words as you cry yourself to sleep

I'm not alright, no I'm not alright
You never were to me
What I am looking for
I'm not alright, no I'm not alright
Tell me it's not true
I would not bully you
I'm not alright, no I'm not alright
Maybe you will see that it wasn't meant to be
That it's not me