We continue to hurt ourselves like this, and we cant get out. Are we are subject to the whims of the universe? We sin, we take, we wait for signs of something better- some judgement of our actions, divine consequence or intervention.
But we have hollow lives, we do not think for ourselves, and rely on judgment of the universe to dictate our future actions.
Im afraid to die, but still I desire it. I want to know what happens.
Am I forsaking myself by living like this, or have I been forsaken by god all along?
We are so uncertian of the universe, but does anyone ever think about why we are always asking a god these things? Why we are pleading for a god to exist?
where is god? is there a god? we dont know.
We are falling, forsaken and we cant see whats comming. This next second could be the end of our existance, but we live in denial of this possiblity.
What to say- any last words? Am I alive? Am I asleep? Or have I died?
The truth/my sins/possible death is haunting me. Im so afraid im losing myself to the fear- it curropts me.
We come to this place
Falling through time
Living a hollow life
Always we're taking
Waiting for signs
Hollow life
Is there ever any wonder
Why we look to the sky
Search in vain
Asking why?
All alone
Where is God?
Looking down
We don't know
Please god, judge me. please. where are you? answer me. god please.
I want to be judged, i want to be given meaning, so I will die.
image of a man committing suicide by jumping off of a building
We continue to hurt ourselves like this, and we cant get out. Are we are subject to the whims of the universe? We sin, we take, we wait for signs of something better- some judgement of our actions, divine consequence or intervention.
But we have hollow lives, we do not think for ourselves, and rely on judgment of the universe to dictate our future actions.
Im afraid to die, but still I desire it. I want to know what happens. Am I forsaking myself by living like this, or have I been forsaken by god all along?
We are so uncertian of the universe, but does anyone ever think about why we are always asking a god these things? Why we are pleading for a god to exist?
where is god? is there a god? we dont know.
We are falling, forsaken and we cant see whats comming. This next second could be the end of our existance, but we live in denial of this possiblity. What to say- any last words? Am I alive? Am I asleep? Or have I died?
The truth/my sins/possible death is haunting me. Im so afraid im losing myself to the fear- it curropts me.
We come to this place Falling through time Living a hollow life Always we're taking Waiting for signs Hollow life
Is there ever any wonder Why we look to the sky Search in vain Asking why? All alone Where is God? Looking down We don't know
Please god, judge me. please. where are you? answer me. god please. I want to be judged, i want to be given meaning, so I will die.
image of a man committing suicide by jumping off of a building