we’re all so fucked

I don't believe in you
Our own house of prayer
Willingness to let it fall apart
Why can't we build on the structure?
Not with tents, but with our hands
I don't believe in you
Destroyer of truth
I don't believe in you
Destroyer of truth

Immediacy overcooked
A vicarious embarrassment
May we do what we can with grace
Even with holes in the hearts
I don't believe in you

Aim to transcend yourself
Prevent another life of hopelessness
I don't believe in you
But i can't do this by myself