The stained glass windows and incense make me sick
You're just a hollow statue no one knows why they exist
Full of pride we live
Full of pride we die
Transparent insecurities we choose to hide
An existence only to destroy
A place we comfortably lie down
Repressing fear of nothingness
Decomposing underground
We are all so fucking numb
Of any empathy at all
I will never feel love
From a God who can't respond