kriste

jesus christ, where have you gone?
it's been a couple thousand years.
the wars are bad, the kids are dying,
and all i've heard is whispers of your name.
you're a myth. maybe i'm just cynical,
but i put you on a pedestal.
when i as a child, put my life in your hands,
you let me down.
so are you there god? are you listening?
can you heal me with a touch?
i think you could if you existed,
but i don't think i can believe in you.
you're an amoeba on society,
always letting us down.
they wage wars in your name,
and they bomb in your name.
your name's become an excuse to kill.
and do i see you standing up,
saying, "that's not the way i want it!".
no i don't, and that's what saddens me.
it's what eats at me the most.
i put all my stock in a fictional man.
you were supposed to guide me, and lead me.
i haven't heard a thing from you.
non-existent, you're a myth.
i'm a cynic with a cold heart.
you were my first true love,
and you killed my mood.
you made me want to hurt you.
but i can't find you, i can't see you,
i can't hear you, and i don't fear you.
you're no more than a pretty dream,
one that so many want to believe.
i gave up on you, you're not a dream of mine.
leave me alone, not that it matters.
you've really never been there before.