the believers claimed the future the forecast was dismal expect heavy weather and
sleep deprivation with long hours of darkness to chasten your soul my anonymous nights no
longer warrant names they
barely leave a ripple on the
surface of my mind people are talking about armageddon if
that’s what rocks your boat it’s no
concern of mine I’m not chained to
that logic or the prophesy behind
if I was a believer I’d pray along beside you I’d drop you in the jordan to wash away your sins and open up your eyes if I was a believer I’d tell you not to worry I’d tell you love is eternal and no one who has seen the light ever really dies but I’m no believer so don’t hold that against me I only hit up god when I’m feeling troubled and everyone feels troubled in the time to time
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