If there's a god, I hope you hear me. I'm accusing you, Present your testimony.
You torture me, Cut me then watch me bleed. And all around, You're rubbing salt in the wound. I see what I don't want to, Everyone else found what I was looking for, And I'm still left with nothing in my hands.
I don't want to be patient, They say good things to those who wait, But I think you're a little bit late. Oh god, Why do you torture me?