The Old Religion Songtext

But you can't outrun yourself, you'll see
And I'm powerless, oh, don't remind me

And it's the old religion
But the urge remains the same
Freedom from the body, freedom from the pain
And it's your troubled hero
Back for season six
When it's at its darkest, it's my favourite bit

And I am wound so tightly, I hardly even breathe
You wonder why we're hungry for some kind of release
Watch me crawl on hands and knees
And scratch at the door of Heaven

A lightning strike, a fallen tree
I'm not afraid, oh, don't let it find me
But you can't outrun yourself, you'll see
And I'm powerless, I know and don't remind me
And it's the old religion humming in your veins
Some animal instinct starting up again
And I am wound so tightly, I hardly even breathe
You wonder why we're hungry for some kind of release

A lightning strike, a fallen tree (And it's the old religion)
I'm not afraid, oh, don't let it find me
But you can't outrun yourself, you'll see (And it's the old religion)
And I'm powerless, oh, don't remind me