In a temple of my own thoughts
Creating godly messages like works of art
A sermon built on lies, attracting all the flies
The sky will fall before I hear the empty words of god
I can’t shake the feeling
I can’t fake the feeling
I am nothing
Alone in less than solitude
I can’t feel a thing
Not a breeze, not a breath
Not the lonely embrace of god
God calls out
To my deaf ears
I’ll never hear him
God calls out
I’ll never hear him