I watched a man die And where was God When he took his big, final breath? I stared at his face To find what was left I've watched a man dying And I don't know which is worse When I look into his eyes I see God I see lies It's not fair, I know There is sorrow where the laughter grows Two branches of the same tree One for you and one for me You taught me to pray Now I'm hoping for a quick end My model for God Always rubbing my nose in the stains of death My father told me "Son, you can't kill time. But time will surely kill you." And then he drank down All his prayers by the gallon Each one went unanswered I swore that I would Never be like you What a tired cliché My knuckles, ripped from Beating myself up, Proves the fruit didn't fall so far from the tree Now did it? I can't go on like this I am falling apart When I see nothing behind your eyes I know I'm watching as the last of God dies