Unsure ((why is this happening...))

You tell me it's so natural,
so natural to rebel.
You tell me that it's the truth
and it'll save me from this hell.

But the funny thing is, I'm afraid,
that you made up all these lies.
That I've been following blindly
with innocent blind eyes.

So tell me what happens,
what happens if you're wrong.
What I do now
that I've destroyed your praise-filled song.

Because I am now screaming,
I don't want to fall onto my knees.
Ya, you tell me to pray now,
pray to likes like these.

But what if I don't believe you.
Maybe I have no faith.
Not so good at following
shapeless little wraiths.

i don't kow what i'm doing
nothing's making sense anymore.
there's a hole inside of me
now that i'm not sure.