Hello Uh, it's Ren I don't really know how to start this letter... Fuck it
Is this life really what it seems 'Cause lately I've been in this place between awake and dreams I know I only reach out to you when I'm feeling blue I promise I'm not using you, I'm just confused I've got some questions I would like some answers to Like is there meaning to this state of short existence My existential thoughts sure hope there are, 'cause I'm resistant To thinking that there won't be something better in the distance And God, is there an afterlife where pain is non-existent If you're up there God, do you sit upon the throne Or are you a humble soul wearing sandals and tattered clothes? Do you mingle with the people like an equal then on Sundays Just kick back and chill and put your feet up? Did I really choose this life that I'm living now? Will my sins be forgiven if I speak them out? I won't lie to you, God, if there is a heaven I really hope I get there 'cause for real it sounds like heaven
Reading past the lines I just let go Searching for prophets, my faith it is paper thin So many questions in my mind They replay like an echo They never stop, my Messiah is porcelain
Dear God Why do people kill each other in your name? Is it really what you want or have we lost our way? 'Cause it seems like religion can cause division or people living in prisons of moral values they're given What is right and what is wrong? Am I a sinner if I don't comply with everything that Moses said or is that dumb? And why do people disguise hatred in your name? Homophobia, a history of violent wars and causing pain High priests in their towers stacking riches Women burnt at the stakes called witches In the name of God, Allah, Zeus, Jesus People claiming lives justified by your allegiance I think it's more complex than good versus evil I think that there's both darkness and light inside people And through different eyes a man called a terrorist Could be a freedom-fighter if he's fighting for the side you're with
Reading past the lines I just let go Searching for prophets, my faith it is paper thin So many questions in my mind They replay like an echo They never stop, my Messiah is porcelain
So is it ignorant to claim that we know what you want And if I fast for the Sabbath is that what you want? Or is tradition just superstition Religion, a human vision just crafted out of people's ambition? Listen I knew a girl that lost her baby before it was born What's the purpose of that, God, what is it for? Why did my best friends die before I hit twenty-five? Is it 'cause there's something better in the afterlife? God I've been feeling suicidal lately Mental health is worsening, feels like it might break me If you're watching, you know that I've been strong But, God, how much longer do I have to hold on? Please, just give me some solace So that I know you've got my back Please, just give me some relief God, is that too much to ask?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
