Dear God

Just want to make this clear
I am a believer
But sometimes, it gets hard
My name is Dax
Dear God

Dear God, there's a lot of questions that I have about the past
And I don't want hear it from a human you made
So, you're the last Person that I'm ever gonna ask

Tell me what's real, tell me what's fake
Why is everything about you a debate? (Why?)
What's the point of love?
Everytime I've showed it, I was broken and it's forced me just to only wanna hate

Why's there only one you, but multiple religions?
(Why?) Why does every conversation end in a division?
(Why?) Why does everybody want to tell us how to live, but they won't listen to the same damn message that they giving?

Tell me how to feel, tell me what's wrong
I tried to call, pick up the phone, I'm on my own (pick up!)
Everybody said, you're coming back, then man, why the hell's it taking so long?

Why do I hurt? Why is there pain? (Why?)
Why does everything good always have to change?
(Why?) Why does everybody try to profit off another man's work, then destroyin' it just for monetary gain?

Tell me, are you black, are you white?
I don't even really care, I just really want to know what's right
They've been saying one thing, but I've been looking in the book
And it seems like they've been lying for my whole damn life

Tell me where I'm going - is it heaven or hell?
I just hope this message greets you well
Had a dream that I was walking with the devil
Don't remember how it feels, but I swear that I remember the smell
Looked me right into my eyes and told me, "Everything I wanted could be mine, if I gave up and decided to sell"
But I said I'd rather die than give mine and now, I'm here
Now I fear one man with a story to tell

Dear God, where were you when I needed it
When I fucked up and repeated it?
When they set the bar and I exceeded it? (Where were you?)
My life is like a book that they've been judging by a cover, but have never took the time to fucking read the shit

I remember telling you my goals and my dreams, but you didn't even answer, so, I guess you didn't believe in it
I remember sitting with a gun to my head trying to ask you for some help, but I guess you didn't believe in it

I don't want religion, I need that spirituality
I don't want a church, I need people to call a family
I don't wanna tell my sins to another sinner just because he's got a robe and he went to some academy

I don't wanna read it in a book, I wanna hear it from you
Don't wanna learn it in my school because they're hiding the truth
Don't wanna talk about it to another fucking human being, and that's only reason that I even stepped in this booth

Dear God, how do I take this darkness and turn it into light?
How do believe in a concept, where I speak to a man I've never seen with my own two eyes?
(How?) How do I know that religion wasn't made just to separate the world, and create a whole disguise
Just to keep us in these chains, while the rich get richer and the poor pray to you, and perpetuate a lie?

How do I know this ain't some big joke?
(How?) How can I have faith when there is no hope?
(How?) How the hell does one man have 100 billion dollars and we still have people on the street that are broke?

There's a lot of things, I wanna talk about, and get off my chest
I can't sleep 'cause the devil won't let me rest
I used to know a fucking pastor in a church, and I can still hear the screams of the kids, he would fucking molest

Dear God! Do you hear me?
(Do you hear me?) I'm supposed to fear you, but you ain't said shit
So, maybe it's you who actually fears me?

I don't know the answer, I just want to see it clearly
So many lies, there's a thousand different theories
All I want to know is, who really made religion 'cause I know it wasn't you but though nobody believes me

No more lies, no more death
Bring back King, bring back X
Please dear God, let their souls rest, protect who's left and watch their steps

Dear God (dear God, dear God)
I don't want to have to ask you again
I just hope that you know, that I'm still a believer, so, I'll end this all by saying Amen

It's Dax