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[Verse 1]
God won't speak to me, I'm not sure he was ever listening
All those years asking for help, but I was simply talking to myself
Not worthy of your grace
I'm done seeking out a god who won't show his face
Hell awaits, all those who won't follow blindly
Lead astray, abandoned, no promise of salvation
[Pre-Chorus]
Every person put to death, in the name of your god
Is it actually worth all of the blood spilled?
[Chorus]
Where was god when my heart was split into separate pieces?
He's too busy to pay me any of his attention
He must be dead, to stay quiet when I needed guidance for so long
I will carry your cross no longer
[Verse 2]
This has to end when I know you don't exist here
No words, no signs to instil in me what is right
I ripped these pages up and mourned the death of god
Nothing to contemplate, your saviour's not awake
[Pre-Chorus]
Every person put to death, in the name of your god
Is it actually worth all of the blood spilled?
God won't speak to me, I'm not sure he was ever listening
All those years asking for help, but I was simply talking to myself
Not worthy of your grace
I'm done seeking out a god who won't show his face
Hell awaits, all those who won't follow blindly
Lead astray, abandoned, no promise of salvation
[Pre-Chorus]
Every person put to death, in the name of your god
Is it actually worth all of the blood spilled?
[Chorus]
Where was god when my heart was split into separate pieces?
He's too busy to pay me any of his attention
He must be dead, to stay quiet when I needed guidance for so long
I will carry your cross no longer
[Verse 2]
This has to end when I know you don't exist here
No words, no signs to instil in me what is right
I ripped these pages up and mourned the death of god
Nothing to contemplate, your saviour's not awake
[Pre-Chorus]
Every person put to death, in the name of your god
Is it actually worth all of the blood spilled?
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