Bullets — No Use For A Name

Alone on stage without song so where is jesus now and where do I belong What is faith if there is no proof? The answer is the same but not for anyone, the question lingers on

So out of desperation Humans do their worst the find out what that is A mystery known to many as the divine... it's their dime

If What they wrote is what he said, to equally forgive, We read the whole thing wrong And guidance should be used like a tool When it gets handed down It tends to get so damn confusing for a fool

And every word they preach is only opinion That's why our love divides itself into a thousand pieces Like bullets shot in vain, without sight