Quiet as a Rat

There was a kid who came home red from panic and fear
Some kids at the school had beaten him way past tears
His mom cried "Jesus Christ" as she
Cleaned the blood pouring out of his ears
But it was obvious that, quiet as a rat, God was nowhere near

There was a girl at the bar
She overdosed in a photo booth
Nobody found her body until last call
The pictures all showed her terrified and a loner
While everyone cried what a great friend she was

And everyone treats commandments like more like a bucket list
So I've been been asking why I was born against

Time doesn't respect what doesn't respect it
And kind isn't a word I would use for man
If everyone's made in "his" image and even "he" couldn't perfect it
Then what the hell makes anyone think we can

He had the faith of a dog with the debt of a sinner
And a chain tied from his neck to around a tree
He taped a hospital bill to the
Dashboard... kissed the ring on his finger
And drove himself to eternity

I've been trying to hide I was born against
I wonder if I'll die... born against