The Faith
Losing the Faith
why worship when you can create
why worship when you can emulate
why worship when you can be inspired
why would you
why would you
there's nothing to a faith when all you do is please
it's boring and reduntant and it makes me hurt my knees
from all this praying to a higher power that really doesn't care
why can't i just believe in something even if it's air
i hate to be the one to break it
but i don't give a damn
i don't care about your hell anymore
i just care about living with all the life i can
i don't care about your god anymore
Transition of Faith
there's nothing but an empty space where my faith had been
there's nothing but me saving face in an empty church again
i hate to keep on coming back but i can't stay away
although i don't believe in him i love their faces
it's not wrong to believe in something
i don't care what it is
you believe what you believe
it's better than nothing
and if you draw happiness from that faith
you've done more than i did
just don't hate on the basis of faith
don't hate me for my heart
i think your god is fine for you
but why just stop at one
you don't pick your soul but it changes in you
why can't your god change too?
Leaving The Faith
no longer will i hit my knees to pray for what you say i need
no longer will i open a book that you take as truth
no longer will i fear the afterlife and fear the god i trusted
no longer will i cry to sleep afraid of all
the sins i keep inside
i turn my back on what you said
on what you made my feel
i turn my back on a god who can
maim as well as heal
i turn my back on a fever
that i can't get away
i turn my back on a god who
although i left
haunts me to this day
i turn away, i break the faith
i fall into your idea of disgrace
i fall, i lift myself up with my own arms
i am not the pawn of your god
Creating the Faith
i would rather live my life now
that wait to die and see your heaven
i want to the be the immortal
the one who lives past the dirt and coffin
so i turn away from what you created
and i become my own creation
i shall no longer worship
i am inspired by those who are god, gods of the earth
those who live on:
Marilyn, Twiggy, black and white photos of soldiers lost
those who will live on:
Billie Joe, Madonna, scribbled lines on cocktail napkins
those who created who i am:
poe, shakespeare, the insanity of the catholic religion
i turn to you, gods of the earth
Questioning the Faith
when i die where will i go?
if my name lives on there's still a body somewhere?
does it transend, lay in the earth and rot?
where will i go when my body is gone?
what if my name does not live on?
have i broken the faith, shamed what i created?
what if there is a god and he hates me?
eternity in hell forever to live on?
is it worth it?
and i still get these fears, still hear these questions
a tape on repeat in my mind, a CD skipping
a broken record
but these are the questions i have and i no longer fear to ask
why worship when you can create
why worship when you can emulate
why worship when you can be inspired
why would you
why would you
there's nothing to a faith when all you do is please
it's boring and reduntant and it makes me hurt my knees
from all this praying to a higher power that really doesn't care
why can't i just believe in something even if it's air
i hate to be the one to break it
but i don't give a damn
i don't care about your hell anymore
i just care about living with all the life i can
i don't care about your god anymore
Transition of Faith
there's nothing but an empty space where my faith had been
there's nothing but me saving face in an empty church again
i hate to keep on coming back but i can't stay away
although i don't believe in him i love their faces
it's not wrong to believe in something
i don't care what it is
you believe what you believe
it's better than nothing
and if you draw happiness from that faith
you've done more than i did
just don't hate on the basis of faith
don't hate me for my heart
i think your god is fine for you
but why just stop at one
you don't pick your soul but it changes in you
why can't your god change too?
Leaving The Faith
no longer will i hit my knees to pray for what you say i need
no longer will i open a book that you take as truth
no longer will i fear the afterlife and fear the god i trusted
no longer will i cry to sleep afraid of all
the sins i keep inside
i turn my back on what you said
on what you made my feel
i turn my back on a god who can
maim as well as heal
i turn my back on a fever
that i can't get away
i turn my back on a god who
although i left
haunts me to this day
i turn away, i break the faith
i fall into your idea of disgrace
i fall, i lift myself up with my own arms
i am not the pawn of your god
Creating the Faith
i would rather live my life now
that wait to die and see your heaven
i want to the be the immortal
the one who lives past the dirt and coffin
so i turn away from what you created
and i become my own creation
i shall no longer worship
i am inspired by those who are god, gods of the earth
those who live on:
Marilyn, Twiggy, black and white photos of soldiers lost
those who will live on:
Billie Joe, Madonna, scribbled lines on cocktail napkins
those who created who i am:
poe, shakespeare, the insanity of the catholic religion
i turn to you, gods of the earth
Questioning the Faith
when i die where will i go?
if my name lives on there's still a body somewhere?
does it transend, lay in the earth and rot?
where will i go when my body is gone?
what if my name does not live on?
have i broken the faith, shamed what i created?
what if there is a god and he hates me?
eternity in hell forever to live on?
is it worth it?
and i still get these fears, still hear these questions
a tape on repeat in my mind, a CD skipping
a broken record
but these are the questions i have and i no longer fear to ask