I don't feel them in my heart That I stare coldly at the son of god I can not force the blood of Christ God is love and his love is dead
Drown your sorrows in prayer But your prayers will never change the world From those who chase the spirit 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, 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