Take cover of the falling rain
As you ignore a loud scream for help
Just because you don’t want to wet your holy papers
You're a blind follower of a fucking fairy tale
Your son became a living empty shell
With nothing like a human Soul
Already dead when the body is born
Heaven isn't the place that you belong
You god has failed,
But you're too weak to see
With all this smoke in your chest
You god has failed
But you're too blind to see
With these ties around your eyes
Look aside from your son's pain
As you step on his concerns
Just because you're too worried about the dolls
You think have bought your place among them
You god has failed,
But your too selfish to see
With all this papers on your hand
You god has failed,
But it's too late to see
With your son dead on your feet
