Birth was like a fat, black tongue dripping tar and dung and dye
Slowly into my shivering eyes
I might walk upright, but then again
I might still try to die
Never prayed, never payed any attention
Or felt any affection
Never a lot of thought to life
I might walk upright, but then again
I might still try to die
Where is God when you hate Him most?
When the mouths in the earth come to bite at my robes?
Hell that sits bellow, oh, you would do well to bellow at the cold
The lifeless, the worsening souls
Where is God when you hate Him most?
When the mouths in the earth come to bite at my robes?
Hell that sits bellow, oh, you would do well to bellow at the cold