Sometimes I think about how every sunrise
Just brings us closer to nothingness
Most nights, I shout my questions at the moonlight
Until the answers are obvious

Cause time won’t heal
All of the wounds and the scars in our minds
If God’s not real
Then tell me what of the stars in the sky?
And I?

Realized that there’s no finding where the truth lies
Until we finally see the end
I’ve tried, but comforting convictions won’t hide
The fact existence is meaningless

Cause time won’t heal
All of the wounds and the scars in our minds
If God’s not real
Then tell me what of the stars in the sky?
And I?

I wait around for your saving grace
But am I better off with no faith at all?

Cause time won’t heal
All of the wounds and the scars in our minds
If God’s not real
Then tell me what of the stars in the sky?
And I?