Letras:Final Fantasy. Crush-Love-Crush.

I am not a sinner
I fall asleep after dinner
This table used to be my favorite tree
A temper isn?t courage
You eat too much and then purge
Electric eyes judge the elastic city

Where is my conviction?
Well, I was as convicted as a gospel singer

I?m still addicted, like a vampire slayer
I just have no mission
There?s an invisible church inside of me
It?s deep, dark and united

I don?t know why I?d hide it
But I must have done some kind of good job
?Cause now I can?t even find it