Past Tense, Future Perfect

It’s got nothing to do with luck, & it’s got nothing to do with sin
You said, «God's got it in for you. You’re fucked,» but I don’t believe in him
Standing underneath stars and satellites
The sky is not falling on my head tonight
I can see it out of the corner of my eye, but this time I’ve got a running start
«What a perfect match,» I thought, «Your black eyes and my black heart.»
It’s in my blood. No, not that tired cliche
For me it’s literal, just check the hospital bill
It’s in my heart. Filed under «left for dead,» and sewn together with a needle
and thread
It’s in my head. History is fiction. God can’t touch us now; we’re out of his
jurisdiction
We are invincible. We may bend, but we will not be broken.