Alone on stage without a song

So where is Jesus now and where do I belong?

Well, what is faith if there is no proof?

The answer is the same, but not for everyone, the question lingers on



So out of desperation

Humans do their worst to find out what that is

A mystery known to many as the divine...it's their dime



If What they wrote is what he said, to equally forgive,

We read the whole thing wrong

And guidance should be used like a tool

When it gets handed down

It tends to get so damn confusing for a fool



And every word they preach is only opinion

That's why our love divides itself into a thousand pieces

Like bullets shot in vain, without sight.