With a black binding
I worship these papers
And call them my Bible
That means all the answers are inside
And I don't need to think
With my own mind
Chorus:
I can hear his cries:
"I died for you
You turned me into a pack of lies
An excuse for war
A noble cause worth fighting for
And now I cry cause now I see
You take me as nothing I was meant to be"
I've got a long gold prayer
That works every day
When I'm afraid
I just need to pray
Meaning I do what I want in the end
And I sit and wonder why
I fail again
Chorus:
I can hear his cries:
"I died for you
You turned me into a pack of lies
An excuse for war
A noble cause worth fighting for
And now I cry cause now I see
You take me as nothing I was meant to be"
I can hear him weeping
Over the technicalities
And we're ignoring the truthes
The fools we are
I can hear him cry that
He wasted his life
On beings that can't
Tell wrong from right
I can hear him cry as his children maim
His children in own holy name
Chorus:
I can hear his cries:
"I died for you
You turned me into a pack of lies
An excuse for war
A noble cause worth fighting for
And now I cry cause now I see
You take me as nothing I was meant to be"