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God, what have you done?
My suffering, my problems can't be all my fault.
(no they can't be, what does this all mean?)
God, what have you done?
My suffering, my problems can't be all my fault.
You did this, God. You're the one to blame.

My back is breaking.
I'm questioning my upbringing.
My hope is fading.

I have no idea why people think it's so easy.
I've found no god in the clouds
to wave his hand and appease me.
Am I a demon for questioning my upbringing,
or is this the age, the age of reason?

The sky is telling me nothing
so tell me who's to blame.

God! what have you done?
This can't be all my fault.
God, what have you done?
Where have you been?
Are you even there, you holy bastard?

The sky is telling me nothing.
So tell me who's to blame.

This book is empty
just like the sky.
Or is it in me, a reason to die?

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