God won't speak to me, made my plea's but he's not listening I lie sleepless in bed reflecting on every lie I've been fed What a world to be chained and bound to I feel sorry for each saved soul Who truly thinks they've found you We kill off the weak and stay on course towards hell It's not some place you go after life It's to keep you in line before you die This world's not a vessel for what you think lies ahead It's more like a prison, God must be dead
