You're God and You let me down, My grief lies all within, And these external manners of laments Are shadown of my unseen grief, That swells with silence on my Tortuted soul, there lies the substance.
Give sorrow words. Give sorrow words.
Give Your sorrow words, Grief that dows not speak Breaks the heart.
You're God and You let me down, You're supposed to help, What the hell are You thinking? Can't You let us be what we should be?
Instead we suffer once again, You let me down, we pray to You, You're suppose to listen Help, what I love.
But You took away the world, Everything I had, everything, that was dear to me, No explanation, No words of hope,
You give me pain, and all I love You take away, we suffer, What the hell are You thinking? This is a primal scream, I can't stand it.
No, I can't stand it. What the hell are You thinking? What is going on? You let me down, you let me down.