What makes you think you have the right
To tell us just how to live our life
No faith could ever change my mind
And I won’t go
These four walls
Have heard more prayers than a church comprehend
The same two hands that pulled the trigger
The last hope of a dying man
I never could believe in the words you seek
How does he even know my name?
It’s better to be the voice of a person’s choice
Than forever seek
In a false belief of faith
You’ll hear his voice
As your falling to your knees
What makes you think you have the right
To tell us just how to live our life
No faith could ever change my mind
And I won’t go without a fight
To change this faint reality
To a place where the broken can feel free
Somewhere that we can just believe
We’re not alone
If you’re targeting the broken
You know that I can play games too
I don’t believe in everything I read
But I believe in what I love
I see these walls they are collapsing
It gets harder just to breathe
How can I keep putting my hands together?
When no one answers me
You say I’m wrong
For the things I’ve done
I say you should
Save yourself