Four years too long
Living her life room to room
Bed to bed
She still prays
Her family still prays
Room to room
Bed to bed
She still prays
Sickness still sweeps her
Coughing and pale skin is what you see
Cables wrap around her sick body
She hopes it ends
She still prays
Her family still prays
Every tunnel she drives through she still wishes she will make it out alive
Questioning why people worship a man that suffered three short days on a cross
While she lay for five long years
Where is her book?
Where are her followers?
Dead and pale on the floor
You ask yourself
If there is a God
Do you think he gives a shit?
Five years Four years too long Living her life room to room Bed to bed She still prays Her family still prays Room to room Bed to bed She still prays Sickness still sweeps her Coughing and pale skin is what you see Cables wrap around her sick body She hopes it ends She still prays Her family still prays Every tunnel she drives through she still wishes she will make it out alive Questioning why people worship a man that suffered three short days on a cross While she lay for five long years Where is her book? Where are her followers? Dead and pale on the floor You ask yourself If there is a God Do you think he gives a shit? Explain Request ×
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