I think it's time. I think it's time to come clean.
This disbelief is killing me.
Oh God, bring me back to life.
Can I believe?
How can I believe in things unseen?
How could a man-made book be any proof to me?
This world is broken and corrupt.
I can't feel grace, hope, or love.
None of this seems to make sense to me.
I'm losing. I'm failing. I think I've lost it all.
I'm losing it all. I try to fight this but fall and lost it all. I lost it all.
I'm searching for faith but I can't feel your grace.
So where are you? I can't find you!
Where are you? The faithful.
Where are you? I need you.
Can I believe?
I'm not perfect.
I feel worthless.
Why would you ever save a wretch like me?
Can I believe?
How could one man's blood ever keep me clean?
No substance. No soul. No atlas. No home.
I'm dead inside.
Can you even tell?
These questions burn in me:
Why send a good man to hell?
Why?! Why is this world doomed to burn?
Burn!
There must be something more. If truth exists, it must exist beyond ourselves.
I'm losing it all. I try to fight this but fall and lost it all. I lost it all.
I'm searching for faith but I can't feel your grace.
So where are you? I can't find you!
Where are you?
There must be something more.
Where are you?
I need you.
I need a revival.
I cant find you.
I need a revival
I will never deny my faith in the unseen.
I will always believe.
I will never again fill my head with doubt, my savior.
Christ, cast these demons out!
It's time I come clean.
No questions could ever separate you and me.