Behind the couches where everyone hides their guns
A little girl sits, talking to god on the telephone
She never told me what he said, but I’ll tell you what she heard
Comfort is not his product, the bible is not his words
He never sacrificed anything for the world except his sanity
The Suffering we endure was caused by our own hands
This she told me, with an honest expression
I asked this girl, would she take my confession
She told me the only sin I’d ever committed
Was thinking that god wasn’t a part of me
Created in his image, everyone is a deity
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