from the last，last call

here's a long evasive story of failed hopes and glories, old chandeliers and scratched up 45's. here's some hymns for my procession and a couple drunk confessions, lie soaked in rapture tonight. no lie, no lie, no not i. believe me when i say that i'm trying hard today but... i'm not right, no i'm not right. tell me it's not true, i would never lie to you. i'm not right, no i'm not right. maybe you will see that it wasn't meant to be but it's not me. the sins of the faithful, the luxuries of regret. but it's the faithless who will know love's tragedies. an act of purification with all the best intentions. smite me for my iniquities. no lie, no lie, no not i. can't believe you say that you're better off this way. i'm not right, no i'm not right. tell me what you see when you stand and look at me. i'm not right, no i'm not right. sorry when i say that i'm still holding on today. will you forgive me when i'm found dead on this train on the outskirts of berlin? doubled up on angel dust there crying on my knees for some god to come and save this lifeless soul within. my ghost will write these words as you cry yourself to sleep i'm not right, no i'm not right. you'd never want to know what i'm capable of. i'm not right, no i'm not right. tell me it's not true but i would not believe you. i'm not right, no i'm not right. maybe you will see that it wasn't meant to be, but it's not me