I've wasted enough time searching to know there's nothing out there for me.
When I screamed to the clouds so desperately nothing answered me.
Heaven is designed in your eyes,
Just as God is created in your mind.
Give me something to believe. Give me something to save me.
Show me how to let go of the hatred that controls me.
I will not believe.
Is my heart true father?
Am i pure father?
I reject this emptiness, and I see through your disguise.