I think if there is a god He must make mistakes Because there no way I am meant to be This lost
And I think I wasted Too much energy Pretending I love him Because when I knelt in the chapel My mouth spoke "Amen" But my mind Thought nothing
And sometimes I think That god is a metaphor For the daydreams We all have But never really speak of Because this world is a prison And we're already in hell
None of this is to say Of course That if you died I would not go back To my lifeless "amen"
Because I need to believe That you are watching over me And not a lifeless corpse Cold in the ground