Alone on stage without song
So where is Jesus now?
And where do I belong?
What is faith if there is no proof?
The answer is the same
But not for anyone
The question lingers on
So out of desperation
Humans do their worst
To find out what that is
A mystery known to many
As the divine
It's their dime
If what they wrote, is what he said
To equally forgive
We read the whole thing wrong
And guidance should be used like a tool
When it gets handed down
It tends to get so damn
Confusing for a fool
And every word they preach
Is only opinion
That's why our love divides
Itself into a thousand pieces
Like bullets shot in vain
Without sight [??x]