To whom do you pray to when you need a miracle
I pray to me; For I have the vision to see
To each their own, and I am not spiritual
Luckily, we get to choose what we believe

There’s comfort in placing your life in a higher power
There’s danger in giving up the reins
There’s peace in indulging the finest flower
A doomed planet does not change

When you look to solve mysteries-
Don’t look too far
There are innocents in cemeteries
Only God knows where they are

I find it hard to fathom that we are who we imagine
I can’t believe I must beg for mercy to live justly
I wish I could live in a hole at Bag-End
I wish I could live anywhere but here; mostly

Next time you fold your hands
I want you to remember my words
Do you really think there’s a man,
Controlling you from another world?