Tell me, brother,
What would you do if you saw God sitting in the corner
I remember
You told me "Juls, you are nothing but a puppet for tomorrow"

You could hit me, kill me then deny it
You disgraced me
Now you're looking into my eyes

Black heart is deaf and tough
And every time I cried my soul kept little [bad word] Somebody strong enough is watching from above 
Illuminating us

Tell me brother
How would you feel if you saw God holding my hand and
Would you be frightened of what you did?
Crashing illusions will not force me to kneel

You could leave me broken and disgraced
What do you feel now
When you're looking into my eyes