Whithout A God
Answers coming from answers
questions swirling around
they light the fire of cruelty
to glorify their own debility
They walk on wastelands
where steps are erased
thereÒ‘s no trace to leave behind
they just know thereÒ‘s no way to find
Blasts blow from above
beating their heads with force
deafening horror screams
deadly, fatal, touches of wind
Days in disgrace
in search of someone to blame
no oneÒ‘s guilty, no one's gone
they know they're nothing without a god
the mute are talking now
they scream, god's gonna forgive their sins.
And nothing will ever change