Just want to make this clear
I am a believer
But sometimes, it gets hard
My name is Dax
Dear God
Dear God, there's a lot of questions that I have about the past
And I don't want hear it from a human you made
So, you're the last Person that I'm ever gonna ask
Tell me what's real, tell me what's fake
Why is everything about you a debate? (Why?)
What's the point of love?
Everytime I've showed it, I was broken and it's forced me just to only wanna hate
Why's there only one you, but multiple religions?
(Why?) Why does every conversation end in a division?
(Why?) Why does everybody want to tell us how to live, but they won't listen to the same damn message that they giving?
Tell me how to feel, tell me what's wrong
I tried to call, pick up the phone, I'm on my own (pick up!)
Everybody said, you're coming back, then man, why the hell's it taking so long?
Why do I hurt? Why is there pain? (Why?)
Why does everything good always have to change?
(Why?) Why does everybody try to profit off another man's work, then destroyin' it just for monetary gain?
Tell me, are you black, are you white?
I don't even really care, I just really want to know what's right
They've been saying one thing, but I've been looking in the book
And it seems like they've been lying for my whole damn life
Tell me where I'm going - is it heaven or hell?
I just hope this message greets you well
Had a dream that I was walking with the devil
Don't remember how it feels, but I swear that I remember the smell
Looked me right into my eyes and told me, "Everything I wanted could be mine, if I gave up and decided to sell"
But I said I'd rather die than give mine and now, I'm here
Now I fear one man with a story to tell
Dear God, where were you when I needed it
When I fucked up and repeated it?
When they set the bar and I exceeded it? (Where were you?)
My life is like a book that they've been judging by a cover, but have never took the time to fucking read the shit
I remember telling you my goals and my dreams, but