Bullets

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 the 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