The Old Religion

And 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

So tired of being careful, so tired of being still

Give me something I can crush, something I can kill

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, 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 (and it's the old religion), a fallen tree

I'm not afraid, oh, don't let it find me

But you can't outrun (and it's the old religion) yourself, you'll see

And I'm powerless, oh, don't remind me