Your prayers, I don't feel them in my heart It is not hate That I stare coldly at the son of god I can not force the blood of Christ To flow through me God is love and his love is dead
Drown your sorrows in prayer But your prayers will never change the world I separate myself From those who chase the spirit I can't fall to my knees And pretend like all the rest This is a soul that doesn't need saving
Their paradise not mine; an illusion I will not believe Divine presence of perfection, turns sour in my gaze Why should I feel compassion for the suffering of your God For all the pain he allows, I give him what he deserves
In the name of the Father, In the name of the Son Where is the Holy Spirit, I feel nothing As I stare upon the crucifix, I feel nothing for a God I never knew I refuse to embrace, and live by his word
I take not of his body I take not of his blood I don't need salvation Or his forgiveness I don't want his kingdom My kingdom is here Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
