So Far From God

(альбом: ...What Remains - 1999)

Sophisticated whatever you call yourself
You're robbing the blind to make a life for yourself
You leave them violated and persecuted
The city's on fire and you leave them in the gutter to die
Pushed away from the life they had to give
Pushed away from the life they had to live
Forced to live upon the streets
Forced to live with no soul to teach
Do you want to be the one to make them hate you?
Nothing more than a son of hell, oh the odds that you deny
You're longing to find comfort in a God that you deny
Your lies are getting old, your body is growing old;
Your tongue is a blade that punches deep into my soul
God-fearing is not what you are, yeah; you're so far
So far from God
A man of his word, deliverer of truth
Descended from heaven, and he walked upon the earth
Born of a virgin, raised like any man
He was a maker of miracles
And you still don't understand
Why are we so far from God?