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