Grouch's Prayer - The Grouch

I just wanna know, don’t you believe in God anymore?

Well, my faith is gone.

To answer your question

Yes I do believe in Jesus

Yes, I do believe in God, but do I love him?

I’m lost upon this voyage and I’m searching for truth

They told me to believe, but I want to see the truth

I’m tired of your lies, so now you feel my anger

How could I ever trust my soul with a stranger?

Now, dear Mr. Bigshot, let me ask you a question

Put you on the stand

Raise your right hand

I want to hear your confessions

My family is stressing out cause there’s nowhere else to go

We’re looking for a higher power.

You dodge, just hit us low

In church they said that it was free

Your love would always be

I’m steadily giving mine, but where is yours for me?

I couldn’t see it, so I stray

You took my dreams, I prayed

I wanted to get them back, but you laughed and I’m afraid

I made the wrong decision

You killed my hopes and visions

I thought you had arisen

But this is more like prison

I’m giving my all daily and maybe it’s all for nothing

I never hurt anyone, so why do you keep me suffering?

I stay tough and you lay it on

Thicker and I say it’s wrong

I’ll play this song 'till you answer

Give you another chance to appear

Cause we dying out here.

I see no light

All I ever did was care and try to do what the fuck was right

I trained all my life for it

I would have died for it

Man, you took it from me

Bully crummy friend

Got the nerve to say I’ve sinned?

I tend to feel abandoned cause you left me in the dark

The light of my life was gone and I’m searching for a spark

Sure, the mark of the beast is near

So we’re all living in fear

No one holds a clear head

So people appear dead for a reason

And I’m breathing

Not even demons scare me

Is it necessary to panic?

By now I feel prepared, see

I planned it to be one way

But of course it never works

Forever quirks within the system

Am I a victim or a jerk?

With a sickened spurt of questions

Guessing without your blessing

Testing my own limits.

I can feel the walls compressing

And within it I ain’t shit, but to me I’m all there is

Sometimes I hate my life when I look at the next man and compare his to mine

And it is the time for me to rise, so let me

They labelled me a child of God, so help me or forget me

I don’t care if you’re a preacher, a priest, a nun, a rabbi, or a Buddhist monk

Many, many times during your life

You will look at your reflection in the mirror and ask yourself

'Am I a fool?'

And then, one day

You’re just going to wake up and say 'fuck him'?

I’m not going to relapse

What I’ve experienced is closer to awakening

I didn’t say 'fuck him'