Covert on the hook... beat by Sindustry, my movie clip though. Religious questioning track. Pretty old.
mytch shawn mitchell hip
Lyrics
I tried Christian, I tried Wiccan, I even looked into my soul,
But never found the answers, let alone my own role,
All I wanted was a purpose, to take me from the cold,
On the surface, I was perfect, healthily growing old,
And the pain dulled, by the null of the numbness,
Now I gotta succumb to this,
The pain of relief,
Is a sick recoil, we call belief,
Chorus: (sang by Cover)
God if you're real! I need your love,
I need a purpose, I need you from above,
God if you're real, now, won't you be my hero,
'cause God only knows, I'm just a zero,
C'mon Lord, won't you be my savior,
I never had anyone, so do me this favor.
C'mon Lord, won't you be my savior,
I never had anyone, so do me this favor.
I need that faith, to get me through the hardships,
Otherwise, I look the mirror, and I all see is heartless,
As I paint out my misery, I realize I'm an artist,
I guess it's tough, I guess I F'd it up,
And I'm so messed up,
Yesterday, I was comin' home from school,
I saw her face, she knew me she played me for the fool,
So many, blame God for this type of thing gone wrong,
The type of thing, that says 'I'm not strong'
I guess my problem was I didn't want another martyr,
Didn't wanna say it was God's fault for why I lost my father,
I take responsibility for everything that happens,
The good, the bad, it's me and my passion,
Why is it… we hold our heads in the wrong direction to pray,
Seeking certain protection, or simply looking the wrong way,
How can a person do it, while keepin a straight face?
Repeat Chorus
Talking:
Our lives get so caught up in the superficial things
We never stop to think about what really believe in,
Like… do we even know what means to be Christian
I've been waiting for so long… to feel complete like that though
Some might say… ignorance is bliss
I'm not one of those people, frightened by the lord,
I'm one the deeper, enlightened by the lack, the lack of a door,
And I think I'm being kind when I say, I can't keep track, track no more,
The pain of dying, is having to live through it first.
Contemplating the afterlife, whilst waiting for the worst,
I'm hopin for an angel, instead of all this danger
If Jesus approached me, would I see him as a stranger?
Repeat Chorus