Answers & Questions

Hop had some questions, now its time to answer mine.

Why the fuck i always have to be uncertain, then pretend im fine?

Why the fuck you have play these games inside my anxious mind?

Forever trying to figure out what i might never find in time.

Sick of this laying forward just to praise a lord without a sign,

Hard to imagine life beyond a death thats undefined,

Trying hard to find answers to clues you dont provide.

And always trying to see your image whilst I'm staring at the sky.

 

And excuse my lack of belief, in a man that's acting discreet.

I'm lacking relief, having a crack in my speech, for callous deceit,

Anyone spare any answers to me? Where's a wise man whose sat in a seat,

Sharing wisdom to me, for things that exist apparently, but not so transparently.

Would I be praying in vain, as I crouch in the rain?

Knees soaking in mud, confessing subjects of shame?

When I look to the clouds, can you see through the fog?

Can you give me a reason to believe in you god?

When kids are dying of hunger, it's hard to understand,

That the suffering I see is part of a divine plan.

It just don't make much sense, and it's hard to conceive,

Can you tell me the level to which we aim to achieve?

It's hard to shoot for the sun, without a bullet or gun,

And death is too hard when it's a brother or son,

Or a mother or daughter stuck with cervical cancer,

It's just medical opinions to a surgical answer.

It's so perverted to my mind, like a vertical dancer,

Im here in the present, but not gods gift from his santa.