God, why do you make me suffer?

Why won't you make me high?

Why is it bad to want to escape

misory and want to fly high,

high. high , high.

Higher than a kiete.

I want to get high, God

Whay can't you make me high, God?

Why does being high feel like

the best thing on Earth, God?

God...why won't you answer me?

Why won't You talk to me?

Even in my sleep?

Why is it that all I hear

is the devil whispering in my ear?

Or is it You, God?

Why can I not have the ecstasy

that I feel when I am chemically

endowed?

Why can't I have the same relief

when I pray to You,  talk to You,

Question You, begging You?

Please! Give me a pill or something!

Why can I not feel that You are real?

It's the only thing that will make things

right in my world. Please appear before me!

Why won't you answer me?

What have I done wrong?

I believe in Jesus, he's my brother, right?

I feel Him in me as much as I feel You.

Why, God, why? Why won't you help me?

What did I do to make you turn against me?

What can I do to repair the damage I've done to You?

I need You. Why will You not appear to me?

What have I done to forsake You?

What many sins can You not forgive?

My sins are why You don't speak to me,

is that right? Or is it something else

that keeps You from revealing Yourself to me?

How do I patch things up with Jesus Christ?

to make everything alright again?

I thought You said all I needed

was to believe in Him, your first born son,

but that doesn't seem to be enough.

I have so many swords, knives, piercing me

stabbing me, slicing me to pieces.

I feel my warm blood seep

from all the holes in my soul.

What can I do to make things right?

Please I beg of You, Help me tonight.