Sometimes I feel like there is a God inside me One that sees this for what it is A dream dreamed too hard A man loved too often He asks me to worship At the altar of a reality Where the dream was forgotten And the man was loved enough To forget to come home. He asks me to whisper prayers For another life A conveyer belt destiny. He begs for confessionals In shopping malls Where I pay for my life Twenty five cents at a time. He asks me to die For the chance to be free And live the same twenty minutes Over and over Until I know every word by heart. He asks me to sacrifice To drink of my blood And eat of my body For a world that could have been mine A thousand years ago. Sometimes I feel like there is a God inside me With his back turned.