{chorus}
Dear God,
What have you become.
Let me wright just one more song.
While the lights are still on.
I am not your prophet.
Your belief I'm off it.
I just wanna go back to my home.
[verse 1]
Wars, Nukes, and Violence.
They're just not my thing.
Just leave me here with my guitar.
I can create better things. Than,
Lies, Cries, and Lust.
Is that what you call just.
Just leave me here with my guitar.
I can create better things. Better things.
(key change)
{chorus}
Dear God,
What have you become.
Let me wright just one more song.
While the lights are still on.
I am not your prophet.
Your belief I'm off it.
I just wann