God's truth doesn't leave me dry

I put it right in your face

You push it away for concept

Then gather what remains

If I told you it was the end of the world

Would you change your ways?



When the sun is gone day is done

You're pasted in a book of despondency

Hopelessness will digest your will to live

Within your mind of despair.



Where do you think you're going?

Spinning on this little ball

If this footstool is your heaven

Better hope this rock don't fall