A wounded world
An absent creator
Empty prayers
Fly through the air
Like burning paper
There's a monster
In the garden
You call him God.
There's a monster
In the garden
Eating you alive.
The only religion I know
Is dripping from my pen.
The only religion I know
Is my lips kissing her skin
Out of the darkness
Wolves will come.
Out of the dark
The wolves will come.
God is a gun
And the bullets are free
God is a gun
And it's targeting me
God is a gun
And the bullets are free
God is a gun
And it's on a shooting spree
There's a monster
In the garden
You call him God
There's a monster
In the garden
Ripping us apart
The only religion I know
Is holy poetry
The only religion I know
Is the heat of her body next to me
Out of the darkness
Wolves will come.
Out of the dark
The wolves will come.
God is a gun
And the bullets are free
God is a gun
And it's targeting me
God is a gun
And the bullets are free
God is a gun
And it's on a shooting spree
Lost Father
Hollow be thy name
Where were you
When they screamed your name?
Where were you
When the war began?
Where were you
When the babies died?
Where were you
When the mothers cried?
Where were you
When they changed your name?
Where were you
In the darkest night?
Where were you
When they pulled the trigger?
You were the gun
In the hands of the killers!
You're
Just
A
Myth.
You
Don't
Exist.
Show yourself.
You're not on the battlefield.
Not in the cancer wards.
Out of the darkness
The wolves will claw
At your door
God is a gun
And the bullets are free
God is a gun
And it's targeting me
God is a gun
And the bullets are free
God is a gun
And it's killing everything
A wounded world
An absent creator
Empty prayers
Fly through the air
Like burning paper.
Artist: Boris
Artist: Gerry Beckley
Artist: Powerglove