Out blasting sounds away the sound
and caressing the silence like pain
What's the point of falling
so rising with the rain
crashing all that breaks
saving all that's solid
talking like a demon
Holding holy hands
My god aren't you the evil one
or is it just a cheaper brand
of your goals of justice.
of your closed mind faltered greed.
And everyday He thinks about it.
He beats the walls and bleeds.

Not a moment to be wasted
hey wonder if he's had enough.
How can you let the use go on
aren't you responsible enough
to take control of yourself
your actions are quite a blight
just get the hell away from me.
take your filth from sight
If churches had their way
a savior would come today
but laugh at all the pitiful ants
then turn and walk away
How awful the world's become
forgotten parts as parent.

Faceless bastard sons