In a temple of my own thoughts

Creating godly messages like works of art

A sermon built on lies, attracting all the flies

The sky will fall before I hear the empty words of god

I can’t shake the feeling

I can’t fake the feeling

I am nothing

Alone in less than solitude

I can’t feel a thing

Not a breeze, not a breath

Not the lonely embrace of god

God calls out

To my deaf ears

I’ll never hear him

God calls out

I’ll never hear him