No Truth

Been living in the city
having dreams that I was dying,
I woke up such a mess,
scared into believing again.
Got buried by the endlessness
of everything I'd ever been.
I used to have the answers,
now I'm asking all the questions.

Was it god that made my father
hit my mother I wanna' know the truth.
And is there some bigger part to this,
please someone give me constant proof.
Cause' I'm so sick
of believing what I've heard.

Cause' I guess when we die
we all come back to god,
and he loves us...
Well does he love me at all?
And if he does,
I have no idea why.

Been living in the city,
having dreams that I was dying.
Got buried by the endlessness
of everything I'd ever been.
Now I'm screaming from my front porch
just hoping that someone hears.
And I'm kneeling in my bedroom
just hoping that someone's there.

I woke up such a mess,
scared into believing again.