Depressed and scared of death You believe in a sun that never sets When playing by the rules you didn't make You can't expect to win
Don't you wanna live? Don't you wanna be free In a world where you can sin But you don't have to pray?
You claim that it's faith and not that it's real But you slave away so no one can steal The place in the sky where you'll go when you die I'm sorry I just don't get it
You point you finger, you shake your head Living by a book you think you read I'd hate to say "I told you so" When the worms are eating your bones
You claim that it's faith and not that it's real But you slave away so no one can steal The place in the sky where you'll go when you die I'm sorry I just don't get it
If I said I knew the truth, would you believe me? Would everything I do become your story? If I said I saw your god, would you believe me? Would my eyes become your only vision?