Go be the voice of God
Go live the life putting death to shame
I wasn't forcefed what I think
And I don't care if you think I'm brainwashed for what I believe,
But it sure wasn't from people reminding me that I'm still a
Failure every Sunday morning
It's my fault
It's always my fault
Every time I have a problem that can't be solved
Tell me I've made progress
All I want is to make you proud
Are the lungs in my chest still working
'Cause sometimes I wanna shout, "Where's my Savior now?"
Life and death is all perspective
Just don't give up- you know it's not worth it
Life and death is a matter of perspective
Give in- you know it's your purpose
Even if you know you'll never deserve it
God, where are you?
God, where are you now?
There's no substance
Nothing's real anymore
But I'm still swinging
Fighting like never before
