Miracles make the mad men sane
Smile like All Might day after day after day
Like the water walker, I absorb rancid and produce clean
Turn water into wine and off the whine try to wean
Just like the holy father I come close then abandon
Then frantically my human side goes looking for the stand in
Where's the wood when you need it? Now only strapped to my chest
and to crucify myself I need a nail or a vest
I attest, I switch vehemently from refuse to the best