Predisposed (To Sickness)

You put your faith in Jesus Christ I’ll put my faith in my own life We’ll see who makes it across the finish line You put your trust in holy Jesus If you think he even sees us Take my chances in the afterlife ‘Cause I’m so sick Of being told What’s right and what’s wrong (Well it’s getting old) You still need something to believe in? (No escape from being human) Burn your bridges but just get up from your knees I’ll raise my finger to the skies Rip the vengeance from those eyes Suck the marrow from the Universe ‘Cause I’m so sick Of being told What’s right and what’s wrong (Well it’s getting old) Well it’s getting old ‘Cause I’m so sick Of being told What’s right and what’s wrong (Well it’s getting old) There’s no black, there’s no white There’s no wrong there’s no right Wrong, right, wrong, right