We live and we give and we're dead. Missing something. Searching for God. No point in asking why. I know we were born to die. We prosper, we suffer. Missing something. Searching for God. I waged my war up from the ground. I tied the noose and pulled the great illusion from the sky. I killed my father and I found That I'm the bastard son of something made up in my mind. I just need something real. We live and we give and we take. Missing something. Searching for God. God is just the Devil in the pictures in your head. I see more. I see it in the streets. It's the ground beneath my feet. It's hunger. It's disease. There's truth in the harmony. I feel it. I believe. In the war that's inside of me. Blue eyes and broken teeth. It's God. It's God. It's God.