God won't speak to me, made my plea's but he's not listening I lie sleepless in bed reflecting on every lie I've been fed What a world to be chained and bound to, I feel sorry for each saved soul who truly thinks they've found you
We k** off the weak and stay on course towards hell It's not some place you go after life It's to keep you in line before you die This world's not a vessel for what you think lies ahead It's more like a prison, God must be dead