Believe

I really can't believe you
These crazy stories that you tell
There's no such thing as heaven
And there's no such thing as hell

Where do you get these stories from?
Did you make them in your mind?
Did a friend give you these stories?
Were these stories hard to find?

I don't believe in this so called "God"
Neither do I believe in this "Devil"
What has happened to you, my son?
Is your head no longer level?

I think my son has gone insane
And maybe I have too
There's only one way to fix this
And one thing to do

The both of us shall kill ourselves
So we can no longer be insane
The both of us shall kill ourselves
So we can longer feel the pain

Why didn't I believe you?
Those stories that you told?
You are now in heaven...
While I'm in hell, so dark, so cold.