Текст песни The 11th Hour

We live and we give and we're dead Missing something. Searching for God. No point in asking why I know we were born to die We prosper, we suffer Missing something. Searching for God. I waged my war up from the ground I tied the noose and pulled the great illusion from the sky I killed my father and I found That I'm the bastard son of something made up in my mind I just need something real Missing something. Searching for God. God is just the Devil in the pictures in your head I see more. I see it in the streets It's the ground beneath my feet It's hunger. It's disease. There's truth in the harmony. I feel it. I believe. In the war that's inside of me Blue eyes and broken teeth It's God. It's God. It's God