Eye Contact With God

Tiny little molecules around my beer
They must have names and do something for a living
That don't mean I can listen and know what's best
Even if they pray and look up to me

I could just take a sip and kill one for real
It wasn't planned for them or even my will
Effect and cause just shoot a chain of "for me's"
But they must preach "don't try to understand him"

Look at, look at me
Tell me what do you see
Do you feel what I feel?
Look at me, and show me

What if we don't even speak the same thing
What if time for them is the same as doubting
The earth was flat just like we looked down on race
It's just a tiny matter of time and space

Fate is the reason I've kept going forward
When things get bigger than my very own hands
Our minds can't carry what they've never labeled
Being in control was part of not having control

Look at, look at me
Do you like what you see?
Did you write this before me?
Look at me, and show me

I don't get it
I just need it

Never ending chain of messages
When I'm trying to make eye contact with God