paroles de chanson Non-Believer - Native Indian

Dear God,
I hope you don't take this personally,
But come to think of it,
I think you are just as worse as me
Now, I'm not perfect,
Your time is precious and I'm not worth it,
I know! But hear me out
And clear my doubt man,
What's my purpose?
Huh?

Why was this earth built?
And why did you let us to store filth?
You only could come up with shit like entropy,
Let chaos be the players that run the streets,
In the same world you put kindness,
Have you still not found a way to find us? Huh?
Why blind us?

See, now everyone has hope,
Thinking that you will magically save them
Cause you're so dope!
These delusional minds still stuck in disbelief,
Hard to comprehend that
They're the ones who fed the thief,
They'll say your name to cut the meat
And be more than happy to set the feast

But see, I know you.
Quit playing games man,
And I know you a man,
Cause a woman is less likely to fuck up the plan,
Now hey!
You've abandoned us half-way,
People just like you, just gone cray,
Praying to you for jobs that don't pay.
And they pray all day

It clear that you don't give a shit,
It's all just business,
Men of god make their cut
And we're all prisoners
Waiting for Diwali and Christmas
This god has gone crazy right?
Or maybe just grown lazy
I don't know

Who here is the Baap of the trade, huh?
Who here who has never been afraid, yea?
Who here is to buy the biggest lie?
Who here still believes there's no magic in the sky?

There's a God in me for I consume chaos,
Just like you,
But you're busy in your prayers
Times have changed,
Aren't you ready for the future?
Your dogma is outdated,
It really won't suit ya.