They cry out his name in unknowingness
Don't know to who else to turn
Believe everything and every so called miracle
But always forget reality

Who to turn to
with your prayers
when there's no one
there

Bleeding statues, eggplants shaped like Jesus
Don't even know what to believe
At what or who are we fucking waitin' for?
Is it magic that we seek?

Who to turn to
with your prayers
when there's no one
there

why do we live
when al we do
is looking for whats
Devine


Here comes the next guy, telling us he's gifted
'I will help you with my psychic power'
And we want to believe every single word
don't want to live in this agony

Who to turn to
with your prayers
when there's no one
there

They cry out his name in unknowingness
Don't know to who else to turn
Believe everything and every so called miracle
But always forget themselves

Who to turn to
with your prayers
when there's no one
there