[sample from some movie]
I just wanna know, don`t you believe in God anymore?
Well, my faith is gone. To answer your question,
yes I do believe in Jesus.
Yes, I do believe in God, but do I love him?
[Grouch]
I`m lost upon this voyage and I`m searching for truth.
They told me to believe, but I want to see the truth.
I`m tired of your lies, so now you feel my anger.
How could I ever trust my soul with a stranger?
Now, dear Mr. Bigshot, let me ask you a question.
Put you on the stand,
raise your right hand.
I want to hear your confessions.
My family is stressing out `cause there`s nowhere else to go.
We`re looking for a higher power. You dodge, just hit us low.
In church they said that it was free.
Your love would always be.
I`m steadily giving mine, but where is yours for me?
I couldn`t see it, so I stray.
You took my dreams, I prayed.
I wanted to get them back, but you laughed and I`m afraid
I made the wrong decision.
You killed my hopes and visions.
I thought you had arisen,
but this is more like prison.
I`m giving my all daily and maybe it`s all for nothing.
I never hurt anyone, so why do you keep me suffering?
I stay tough and you lay it on
thicker and I say it`s wrong.
I`ll play this song `till you answer,
give you another chance to appear
`cause we dying out here. I see no light.
All I ever did was care and try to do what the fuck was right.
I`m lost upon this voyage and I`m searching for truth.
They told me to believe, but I want to see the proof.
I`m tired of your lies, so now you feel my anger
How could I ever trust my soul with a stranger?
( x2 )
I trained all my life for it.
I would have died for it.
Man, you took it from me,
bully crummy friend,
got the nerve to say I`ve sinned?
I tend to feel abandoned `cause you left me in the dark.
The light of my life was gone and I`m searching for a spark.
Sure, the mark of the beast is near,
so we`re all living in fear.
Noone holds a clear head,
so people appear dead for a reason
and I`m breathing.
Not even demons scare me.
Is it necessary to panic?
By now I feel prepared. See, I planned it to be one way, but of course it
never works,
forever quirks within the system.
Am I a victim or a jerk?,
with a sickened spurt of questions,
guessing without your blessing,
testing my own limits. I can feel the walls compressing
and within it I ain`t shit, but to me I`m all there is.
Sometimes I hate my life when I look at the next man and compare his to mine
and it is the time for me to rise, so let me.
They labelled me a child of God, so help me or forget me.
I`m lost upon this voyage and I`m searching for truth.
They told me to believe, but I want to see the truth.
I`m tired of the lies, so now you feel my anger.
How could I ever trust my soul with a stranger?
( x2 )
[another sample (probably the same movie)]
I don`t care if you`re a preacher, a priest, a nun, a rabbi, or a Buddhist
monk. Many, many times during your life you will look at your reflection in
the mirror and ask yourself: `Am I a fool?`
(Simultaneously played:)--And then, one day, you`re just going to wake up
and say `fuck him`.
--I`m not going to relapse. What I`ve
experienced is closer to awakening.
I didn`t say `fuck him`.
