Your prayers, 
I don't feel them in my heart 
It is not hate 
That i stare coldly at the son of god 
I can not force the blood of Christ 
To flow through me 
God is love and his love is dead 

Drown your sorrows in prayer 
But your prayers will never change the world 
I separate myself 
From those who chase the spirit 
I can't fall to my knees 
And pretend like all the rest 
This is a soul that doesn't need saving 

Their paradise not mine; an illusion i will not believe 
Divine presence of perfection, turns sour in my gaze 
Why should i [bad word] for the suffering of your god 
For all the pain he allows, i give him what he deserves 

In the name of the father, 
In the name of the son 
Where is the holy spirit, i feel nothing 
As i stare upon the [bad word]  i feel nothing for a god i Never knew 
I refuse to embrace, and live by his word 

I take not of his body 
I take not of his blood 
I don't need salvation 
Or his forgiveness 
I don't want his kingdom 
My kingdom is here