Your prayers, 

I don't feel them in my heart 

It is not hate 

That I stare coldly at the son of god 

I can not force the blood of Christ 

To flow through me 

God is love and his love is dead 



Drown your sorrows in prayer 

But your prayers will never change the world 

I separate myself 

From those who chase the spirit 

I can't fall to my knees 

And pretend like all the rest 

This is a soul that doesn't need saving 



Their paradise not mine; an illusion I will not believe 

Divine presence of perfection, turns sour in my gaze 

Why should I feel compassion for the suffering of your God 

For all the pain he allows, I give him what he deserves 



In the name of the Father, 

In the name of the Son 

Where is the Holy Spirit, I feel nothing 

As I stare upon the crucifix, I feel nothing for a God I never knew 

I refuse to embrace, and live by his word 



I take not of his body 

I take not of his blood 

I don't need salvation 

Or his forgiveness 

I don't want his kingdom 

My kingdom is here