I've never learned the correct way to pray,
I was never aware of guilt
I was never fond of church as a child,
I had never visited you on my own free will.
Often I've cried bitterly
on these hard benches made of wood.
I'm here again, in order to be near you,
Without knowledge of where else I should look for you.
I am here in order to talk to you
Are you listening carefully?
Who appoints the time one must die,
and how much guilt do you carry?
You must give me no pity,
I don't need a new friend.
There's just a question burning in me:
What do you mean by salvation?
I am here in order to talk to you
Are you listening carefully?
Have you read the Bible yourself?
Are you just an experiment?
And every death propels me this way...
Why do I await your comfort?
I am here in order to talk to you
Are you listening carefully?
If you're in me and I'm in you
Who am I and you are you?
It's as if I have no name
I am just an experiment
I am a compass without a needle,
I am exactly like you.