The Weak کے بول

She lies in her bed, face warped with pain, She dies. Ravaged by cancer, she wonders why he won't answer. No you never responded, Never bothered to reply. By not answering any of her prayers, You're proven a futile God. Why do the good people always have to die? The harshest of realities. Whoever created these illusions of hope, Should be burned at the cross! Weak are the ones who place their hope in something they cannot touch. Believe in the deity within yourself, the god within you! (repeat) Lost hope, see the end of days! Christianity, take it to the grave! Weak are the ones who place their hope in something they cannot touch. Believe in the deity within yourself, the god within you!