If I could drown myself without feeling
I'd have done it weeks ago
My heart is far past caring
Whither my soul goes
The steeples my father preached in
Jutting from the land like nails
Waiting for my foot to tread
Tear these scars apart again
If I see god upon his throne
I'll fight the bastard right in his home
But I'm afraid I'll put up my fists just to cover my face
And break down crying begging him for his grace
And then he'll throw me in hell anyway