If God was killed by our culture
To where will our faith guides us now?
It seems we're lost although we're hardly pretend not
And respect for ourselves was forgotten and replaced by our vanity
Know deeply those who you call friends
Not to be surprised if they laugh until you're desperate
Realize the inconsistent way we play with our lives
And cure me saying you can set us free from this suffering
Give me the strength to be what I was
And forgive me for what I am
Would you feel my pain again?
There were too many reasons pushing me down
It hurts when I say it but the guilt doesn't make me stronger
Would exist something that could release me?
At least all my flaws were owned.
