White Cuts

My pain is your God

Because your God doesn't exist

Nothing for me he's done

But I bet you don't believe this

 

Nothing for you either

It's all a coincidence

For anything good in your life

There was no consequence

 

All of your prayers and faith

They mean nothing to me

All of your praising bullshit

Why I laugh is so easy to see

 

You're only fooling yourselves

The ones who truly believe

But I guess that's up to you

Yourselves you choose to decieve