Oh my God, look around this place,
Your fingers reach around the bone,
you set the break and set the tone
For flights of grace, and future falls
In present pain all fools say, Oh my God.
Oh my God, why are we so afraid?
we make it worse when we don't bleed,
there is no cure for our disease.
Turn a phrase and rise again,
or fake your death and only tell your closest friends,
Oh My God.
Oh my God, can I complain?
You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your
grief.
Weddings, boats, and alibis,
All drift away, and a mother cries...
Liars and fools, sons and failures, theives will always say.
Lost and found, ailing wanderers, healers always say.
Whores and angels, men with problems, leavers always say.
Broken hearted, separated, orphans always say.
War creators, racial haters, preachers always say.
Distant fathers, fallen warriors, givers always say.
Pilgrim saints, lonely widows, users always say.
Fearful mothers, watchful doubters, Saviors always say.
Sometimes I can not forgive, and these days mercy cuts so
deep,
If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some
sleep.
While I lay, I'd dream we're better, scales were gone and
faces lighter,
When we wake we hate our brother, we still move to hurt each
other,
Sometimes I can close my eyes, and all the fear that keeps
me silent,
Falls below my heavy breathing, what makes me so badly bent?
We all have a chance to murder, we all feel the need for
wonder.
We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the
plunder.
Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of
heaven,
All the times I thought to reach up, all the times I had to
give up.
Babies underneath their beds, in hospitals that cannot treat
them.
All the wounds that money causes, all the comforts of
cathedrals,
All the cries of thirsty children, this is our inheritance,
All the rage of watching mothers, this is our greatest
offense
Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God.
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