With cold eyes

It’s no wonder we’re all scared when our submission makes demands
and who the hell are you is it asked or forced to do
Do you pray for holiness or just prey on my willingness
to starve beg consume for something you can’t prove
If I’m unworthy it’s you that brought me here
I sacrificed so much just to let you own my fears
Please don’t let go of me
And I will carry on with your burden on my shoulders
Where’s the white washed tomb out of which your god’s been exhumed
A corpse to force my guilt through lips you thought you sealed
And sins you cant let go have blinded you on your throne
And left me here alone.

While god sleeps the righteous feed upon the meek.
What kind of father sits and lets his children bleed?
Don’t just stand there show us all if this is true—
That your love and mercy isn’t for a chosen few