Why should I believe,
That with you comes relief?
When all of my anger is directed toward you.
All my pain, suffering, grief,
You cannot be relief,
With all the devastation you cause,
Making a sound mind full of flaws.
All of my emotion is pointed to you
Till there is none left for us 'fools'.
I've become hollow, unable to feel, sleep,
Unable to cry
Because you let him leave,
let him die.
You call yourself a savior,
When you're no better than murders
You call yourself 'Almighty One'
When all the deaths you cause cannot be undone.
Why should I believe?
