The world is holy
The soul is holy
The skin is holy
The hand is holy

Everything is holy
Everywhere is holy
Everyone is holy
Everyone's an angel

Though I'm with you
My life feels strange
Oh but I'm with you, I'm with you, I'm with you
In this holy age
'Cos you make me want to be
A saint
Who kills people

The voice is holy
The ear is holy
The hill is holy
Everyone's an angel

Though I'm with you
My life feels strange
Oh but I'm with you, I'm with you, I'm with you
In this holy age
'Cos you make me want to be
A saint
Who kills people