Well I left God
When he fell reaching for my hands
I said I was tired of the games and had no use for his plans
He said, "my child,"
"I hope you undersand,"
"That I am the only way, the truth, the light to the promised land."
So I let him go. And here's what I said, I said:
"I'm on my way down
and when I go to hell,
I still won't believe in you."
From the ground, he begged, "my son..."
"by the light of the morning, you're taken,"
"but you haven't the slightest idea of the magnitude of what you've done..."
I can't be the only one
Who feels like my time's been wasted
With all of the guilt that I still feel for the sins I've done
And you wonder how
I struggle to praise and worship you
What kind of a father would kill his only son?
I'm on my way down
And when I go to hell
I still won't believe in you.
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