We the people hear the words that You are saying.
The darkness in our hearts remains.
We can only live so long without the Truth,
and the message You portray leaves me empty.
We have the will to fight.
We just don’t know what’s right.
Our hearts are crying out
for substance to hold to.
Can’t You see that we are crying?
While You’re screaming, our hearts are dying.
Shut Your eyes. Shut Your eyes.
Bliss from the unknown hurt we bear.
I want You to know what I’m going through.
We have the will to fight.
We just don’t know what’s right.
- Haste the Day, Substance
EDIT:
“Do you ever play the “What if…” game in your head?”
“No.”
“What if you did? I play it. Sometimes I think ‘What if God bailed out on us?’. It really makes you wonder…”
“What’s there to wonder about? We’d be fluxed so bad, it wouldn’t even be funny.”
“What a kill-joy…“
“What a retard.“