means to believe

you're building a ship with no sails

and setting out to brave the open seas

you're standing for your god by becoming something so far off

don't you see the irony?

he gave me a train with no tracks

with no wood to build or burn for steam

despite all i lack

if i derail he'll turn his back

don't you see the irony?

if the blind can see you

and the lame can meet you

will the dead embrace you if you never gave them the means to believe?

and that makes no sense to me

he gave me a voice that speaks out

but paired it with a mind that's filled with doubt

if i'm to find the sun

i need something more than song to pull me from this cave of questioning

give me sand to build a home

and watch all the walls fall on me

i can't change what i am

lions always kill the lambs

don't you see the irony?

don't you see the irony?

if the blind can see you

and the lame can meet you

will the dead embrace you if you never gave them the means to believe?

and that makes no sense to me

will i embrace you?

will you ever give me the means to believe?

answer me

please.