Church Bell

Spare me for what I've done; my halo fools no-one.
Work hard and pray for something, your face brought you nothing,
Thy will be dumb.

Why think your life's a chore, you couldn't make it up
Now I just don't know whats right anymore

So hold on and pray for something, your faith has taught you nothing
I doubt that he'll answer

I can't overcome your doubt, I'm still without
If only you'd open up, would that still have pain enough?

It's all forced. It's all forced, and it's all forced
The church bell - what a perfect
disguise, absolved from your sins and your lies

He might even answer...

I can't overcome your doubt, I'm still without
If only you'd open up, would that still have pain enough?