A wounded world, an absent creator Empty prayers fly through the air Like burning paper
There's a monster in the garden You call him god There's a monster in the garden Eating you alive The only religion I know Is dripping from my pen The only religion I know Is my lips kissing her skin
Out of the darkness wolves will come Out of the dark the wolves will come
God is a gun & the bullets are free God is a gun & it's targeting me God is a gun & the bullets are free God is a gun & it's on a shooting spree
There's a monster in the garden You call him god There's a monster in the garden Ripping us apart The only religion I know Is holy poetry The only religion I know Is the heat of her body next to me
Out of the darkness wolves will come Out of the dark the wolves will come
God is a gun & the bullets are free God is a gun & it's targeting me God is a gun & the bullets are free God is a gun & it's on a shooting spree
Lost father hollow be thy name Where were you when they screamed your name? Where were you when the war began? Where were you when the babies died? Where were you when the mothers cried? Where were you when they changed your name? Where were you in the darkest night? Where were you when they pulled the trigger? You were the gun in the hands of the killers
You're just a myth You don't exist Show yourself You're not on the battlefield Not in the cancer wards Out of the darkness the wolves will claw at your door
God is a gun & the bullets are free God is a gun & it's targeting me God is a gun & the bullets are free God is a gun & it's killing everything
A wounded world, an absent creator Empty prayers fly through the air Like burning pape