Arguments are dangerous.
Questions bring disgrace.
My mind is turmoil's playground,
how dare I show my face?
Foundations of my knowledge
are being stripped away
by protests and professions a long
time held at bay.
I believe in different.
I believe in real.
But changing the world and
losing my faith weren't part of our deal.
I beg of you, your answers,
Your response, the purpose of my quest.
Your take on what I'm feeling,
on this life I more than occasionally detest.
I'm going to have to blame you
though really it's not your fault.
I simply can't crack the code
to life's wonderful vault.
Am I allowed to be annoyed at you,
You supernatural being?
It's hard, you know, to be ticked off
with everything I'm seeing.
The problem with my life,
it's not like I'm starving, dead, abused.
And I don't have any true pain,
it's just that I'm simply confused.
I question my society.
I question every day.
So if I'm damned to burn in Hell,
then I guess that will be OK.