| 42 Existentialism has taken the drivers seat in a supernatural superexistent car People run about wondering, asking, seeking, wanting empty feelings enter somewhat fulfilled souls or so they say Is it pseudo-spiritualism? Tell Me O God Why this world You created lives in abstract infamy Vanity Rollin' in the benji's while Your children suffer? Tell Me O God Why I lay out my soul and I lay out my heart as this world plays "For Elise" in the depths of my pain and still You don't hear? Tell Me O God why my emptiness consumes me 'till my thoughts over throw me Civil war reigns in my spirit And Lord! Don't You hear me? Blindness is bliss except you can't see when something over powers you I look into my soul, I see an empty shell, a black clad, a yearning rose,a blank canvas that has yet to be painted on, Do You see me Lord? Tell Me O God why I backslide in my mind when adagio colored liquid flows from my brow tears flow from my eyes and You don't see me? Tell Me O God Why When I love You, hate You, Curse You, want You When I yearn for the things this oceanic world can never fulfill And yet I desire for what is not mine That Your grace surrounds me? Tell Me O God why oceans with no water leave craters in my soul Empty Low And still You love me? |