when i arrive will god be waiting and pacing around his throne?

will he feel a little old testament?
and will he celebrate with fire and brimstone
yeah, i admit, i am afraid of the reckoning...

i'm in a really weird mood but i have some very unspecific things i need to get off my chest, not really to anyone in particular, and in somewhat of a lyrical form, so here goes:


what are we doing?
or more appropriately, what are the people we've become doing?
we're like machines,
and we don't know anything but what's in front of us anymore.
we've become so sad and depressing,
when we're only being "ourselves".
it doesn't make sense,
nothing makes sense about us anymore.
what happened to that?
you know, those times we used to have.
they were anything but sad and depressing.

we've become numb, so fucking numb,
to everything, and nothing really matters anymore.
do you see it?
because i do, and i'm scared to death because of it.
i don't want this,
we don't deserve this.

we need change,
more than we thought we did back then,
when we really didn't know how good we had it.
but we were naive, and look where we ended up.
we prayed for this change, and now that it's here,
is it really what we had been hoping for?
or are we just left wishing that we'd never prayed for this in the first place?
we prayed for this change, and now it's here.
it's here.
we don't know what the hell happened, do we?
it snuck up on us before we could say a damn thing about it.

we've become numb, so fucking numb,
to everything, and nothing really matters anymore.
do you see it?
because i do, and i'm scared to death because of it.
i don't want this,
we don't deserve this.