Alone on stage without a song
So where is Jesus now and where do I belong?
Well, what is faith if there is no proof?
The answers is the same but not for everyone, the question lingers on
So out of desperation
Humans do their worst to find out what that is
A mystery know to many as the divine… it's their dine
If what they wrote is what he said, to equally forgive
We read the whole thing wrong
And guidance should be used like a tool
When it gets handed down
It tends to get so damn confusing for a fool
And every word they preach is only opinion
That's why our love divides itself into a thousand pieces
Like bullets shot in vain, without a sigh
