Testo di Bullets

Alone on stage without a song So where is Jesus now and where do I belong? Well, what is faith if there is no proof? The answers is the same but not for everyone, the question lingers on So out of desperation Humans do their worst to find out what that is A mystery know to many as the divine… it's their dine If what they wrote is what he said, to equally forgive We read the whole thing wrong And guidance should be used like a tool When it gets handed down It tends to get so damn confusing for a fool And every word they preach is only opinion That's why our love divides itself into a thousand pieces Like bullets shot in vain, without a sigh