Doubt / / Full Convictions

I think it's time. I think it's time to come clean
This disbelief is killing me
Oh God, bring me back to life
Can I believe?
How can I believe in things unseen?
How could a man-made book be any proof to me?
This world is broken and corrupt
I can't feel grace, hope, or love
None of this seems to make sense to me
I'm losing. I'm failing. I think I've lost it all
I'm losing it all. I try to fight this but fall and lost it all. I lost it all
I'm searching for faith but I can't feel your grace
So where are you? I can't find you!
Where are you? The faithful
Where are you? I need you
Can I believe?
I'm not perfect
I feel worthless
Why would you ever save a wretch like me?
Can I believe?
How could one man's blood ever keep me clean?
No substance. No soul. No atlas. No home
I'm dead inside
Can you even tell?
These questions burn in me:
Why send a good man to hell?
Why?! Why is this world doomed to burn?
Burn!