Jonas's Soliloquy

Well it's some kind of scam,
Isn't it?
It was all just too packed,
Wasn't it?
It's that kid and his mother in cahoots with one another
Sure, it's gotta be that.
Doesn't it?
What's the game?
Well who knows?
Should've seen it I suppose
Well, they worked me and they played me
Can't believe they nearly swayed me
Or it might be a fluke
Mightn't it?
Could be all in his head
Couldn't it?
Something wrong in his attic
Psycho-what's the word-somatic
Would explain it instead
Wouldn't it?
That makes sense
It was odd
All that crap with him and God
And those morons really think they got a miracle
Swear they'd felt the hand of fate
Anyone can see it's not a miracle
Time to set those suckers straight
No one here but me can make a miracle
I'm the guy who pulls the strings
I say where and when to fake a miracle
Get it folks?
There's no such thing
Well, we're just flesh and bone
Aren't we?
In this world on our own
Aren't we?
Fine with me, I've succeeded, I am all I ever needed,
And we're better off alone
Aren't we?
Aren't we?
Aren't we?
What the hell happened in that tent tonight?
Can't be you, you're not real
Are you?
And you know faith can't heal
Don't you?
But if good did come through me
Don't just stand there, prove it to me
Come on, make me a deal
Won't you?
Wipe the slate
Make me new
Point the way to something true
Do it now, cause I'll never ask again
Give me something to believe in
One damn thing and we'll be even
Go ahead
Here I am
Bring it on
Please...
Amen