We are the trade-ins, the souls that needed saving
Counting on a tired god who didn´t really want the job
If he´s on vacation, as I wait to be taken

Then nothing really matters now
So what am I so worried about?

No more sunny days
I can report there´s clouds in all directions
Full speed ahead
Because I know the storm like the back of my hand

I go to pieces every time anybody needs me

´Cause I am trying to understand
The shame and the box it came in
Hold on tight ´cause trouble is creeping near
Hell´s gotta be empty ´cause the devils are all up here

When my getaway was in full swing
The ground just started shaking

The children wept
Would´ve thought it was a nightmare if ever I slept

And I go to pieces every time anybody needs me

I am trying to understand
The shame and the box it came in
Hold on tight ´cause trouble is creeping near
Hell´s gotta be empty ´cause the devils are all up here

We are the trade-ins, the souls that needed saving
Counting on a tired god who didn´t really want the job
If he´s on vacation, as I wait to be taken
Then nothing really matters now

So what am I so worried about?

I go to pieces every time anybody needs me

I am trying to understand
The shame and the box it came in
Hold on tight ´cause trouble is creeping near
Hell´s gotta be empty ´cause the devils are all up here