A Prayer

God of the impossible,
take this broken soul
take this broken spirit
take this broken world

bullet in your head

"we're here to take care of you"
how do you know
who's right and who's wrong
and how do you show
what you've got to do
without messing it all up?
someone could get hurt
yeah, it's too late for that
you're hopeless alive
a disturbance when dead
so we can leave you to it
or end it all
with a bullet in your head

what's really going on

i guess i never know
what's really going on
most of the time i see different things
and it's so hard to tell right from wrong
the world's such a big place
and life is so small
it's hard not to wonder
why bother living at all?
comprehension is hard
but feelings are easy
they don't make much sense
but come naturally to me
i can't tell you why
but you'll know what i mean
you don't need to use words
if it resonates deep
explanations are pointless
cuz they just make things worse
confusion's so simple
when you live life here on earth
where no-one knows what's really going on
(but secretly we love it)