I stopped praying to God one day
To hear what Gaia had to say
I thought if I turned to a devil less religion
He'd leave me alone for a smidgen
Yet his hand still rest on the back of my neck
And for his shadow in the light I constantly check
I thought he existed in the basement of the church
But I guess it's my shoulder where he likes to perch
I stopped praying to God one day
But not even Gaia could keep my mind at bay