Everything begins from believing

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Song: Scapegoat
Artist: Epik High Feat. Sweet Sorrow 

Lord, I’m falling farther away from you
I’m falling farther from false preachers
Those weeping casualties are smiling
Bibles are growing musty from negligence
I believe, in spite of myself I believe
In your name, we’re building a fortress higher than the tower of Babel
There’s killing but we’re still here, washing in holy water the reddened boots that trampled the battlegrounds
We’re forgetting it all, guarding our exemption from taxes like exemption from sin
Giving our tithes to the government
The national flag waving and the holy cross drooping,
We’re collapsing from the weight of malice
Committing sins; hungry, we’re chewing on the fruit of the Tree of knowledge
We’re naked and bare in the forest, lighting fires
We’re weeping and wailing
Almighty Lord, where the hell are you?

Is it all a lie that you’re almighty?
Is it all a lie that you’d save those weeping in pain?

Why’d you make us to stand, if you’d only make us kneel?
Why’d you make us to walk, if you were going to bury us in the ground?
We commit sins with our two hands that open to talk to you
Isn’t it to put cold handcuffs on us as we pray for repentance?
What is prayer? There’s never an answer
On a day like this, I can’t hate you
How can I break off the last leaf of hope?
If you’re all-powerful and all-knowing, how can you pretend not to know me?
Everything depends on you
That one lost sheep hoped and spoke your name till the end
You said faith was the key?
You’re hidden behind the clouds, whatever you say
Today, show us blue sky before you’re hidden behind black clouds

Is it all a lie that you’re almighty?
Is it all a lie that you’d save those weeping in pain?

On this religion’s warground the devil’s heirlooms use the holy blood
to fill the dusty tombs of god’s people,
cloudin’ the vision like nuclear mushrooms
to see who gets to put which book in our hotel rooms
Is it the military or the oedipus complex
which kills the holy father for industrial contracts?
Just facts in this hell that we’re livin’ in
Dear god help us we are all your children

It doesn’t matter if you say it’s already too late
I don’t need to hear you say there’s a higher meaning

Is it all a lie that you’re almighty?
Is it all a lie that you’d save those weeping in pain?