I don’t want to worship a god I made in my own image and what’s the use of a savior who depends on my righteousness maybe I’ve been seeing things wrong maybe I don’t know you at all maybe I’ve been seeing things wrong maybe you’re not so much like me oh holy ghost please unravel my illusions
when the perfect comes the imperfect will pass away when I know you my perceptions won’t mean anything
Who are you can I know you in this life in this body with this sick, apathetic heart or am I too far
when the perfect comes the imperfect will pass away when I know you my perceptions won’t mean anything so show me who you are show me who you really are