To Whom Do I Confide?
Growing up as a Christian taught me All is well with my soul if I sing the melody; I learned through time that God can say anything But it wont matter if I don't live what I sing I sit by my window wondering why I should put my trust in something if I live a lie Day out, night in, it becomes easier to cry No matter how beautiful the day or night sky Losing faith not in God but the idea of the belief that this omnipotent being that I can't see, hear, nor feel is supposed to be the entity that saves me from adversity has taught me... Even when we lose faith, God will still care for thee? I don't get it. I know that when someone loses faith in me, I know that I've already failed ye. It beckons the question... where did I go wrong? I put my belief in gods and greats, Substituting an outdated reality, Substituting irrational thought for living vicariously Through this great being who's alleged purpose is to fix me and feed me through prophets; the "word of God" that cometh out of the mouth of man... the land of babes, the world of hatred and inconsistency and discord. Oftentimes I find myself Dwelling on the past Old pictures on the shelf Of memories that'd forever last And I can tell that I'm fuckin up this religion thing Because I question God instead of questioning me Although it's backward as hell, I really question myself more than i question He. I'd like to think that I deserve the shit I've done Since I'm such an asshole with a moderate mind and big hopes Trying to focus on things that are way out of scope Maybe one day I'll become one with the universe But until then I've gotta write another verse...