Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
'cuz when we stop and look around us
there is nothing that we need
in a world of persecution
that is parting in its greed
Why do we never get an answer
when we're knocking at the door?
because the truth is hard to swallow
it's like a wall of blood before...
It's not the way that you say it when you do those things to me
it's more the way that you mean it when you tell me what will be and when you stop and think about it
you won't believe