Worship

I never really had a God to worship Some would say that I'm robbed of purpose But getting on board before you know the captain What he packed and what he's lacking, no map Could lead to the worst trip and have you feeling worthless Like if you're caught up in that almighty dollar Then its got you by the collar, but you call those your purses The grass is only greener on the other side Because its filled with serpents, what you purchase Won't move that chip on your shoulder from where it perches Cry to the sky, all you get is bird shit I tell em sorry but I can't believe it Even if its in my soul I can't retrieve it My grandmother barely made it out the holocaust Of course our trust in god is lost Nearly my entire polish side was polished off Why would I call across to god if he could've been there all along Its written in my bloodline that when it comes to crunch time Its just you out on the front lines There were people who used to hunt mine Run hide run hide there ain't a fucking punch line I know they prayed as they held their breath in the attic That their brethren hadn't ratted that the SS would run by Even if it got them through it I can't allow for a ruler so ruthless But I'm not with these atheists who are saying its stupid They think that faith is a claim and they ask believers to prove it Saying god is a veil that they're the ones seeing through it If that shit keeps up I'mma lose it Religion wasn't made for you to feel superior to it It's foolish to only see the crusades I've seen true faith numb a bruised face If the sun will rise with me and it ain't frying me I'm not blind I see this here's a new day En garde touché still battling demons Still asking for peace but they're still scratching and screaming Reality's leaving I'm sick rasping and wheezing They try turn me to god but the damn pastor is tweaking Fuck shouting and preaching I'm just searching for mine Putting hands out and reaching through my mind All of this over thinking must be bad for your health Isn't being suicidal just playing god with yourself You gotta find your lord find your lord Your life is set in stone until you find your sword And since I see no heaven or lord or king I rule my kingdom and pray to these things I worship the drumbeat the bonds that run deep And the fear in her eyes when she said she loved me The last drops of my beer are holy these people who cheering, holy But mostly the moment my mom said please come here and hold me Right place right time made me feel like a healer But seeing the pretty picture ain't seeing it clearer Faith can be a drug keep an eye on your dealer Cause this world will flip on you like it's Tila Tequila I just been working on keeping it realer No afterlife so I'm holding it dearer, you poor souls If you ain't working and searching for your worth What the hell are you doing on this earth lord knows