Texty: To Die For. This World Is Made For Me.

Can't lay my heart to rest
I'm filthy and unkind
I'm heartless, a disbeliever and unclean

Nothing is what it seems
I'm a liar, I'm here in the right place
This world belongs for the restless

For the anxious and for the hopeless
For the heartless
This world is made for me

Quiet conscience sleeps through thunder so they say
But I'm alright
I'll be punished later, so they say but why should I care
I'm a winner right here