they drop on the mausoleum
like the sands of the colosseum
feelings come and then feelings go
because we buy when they sell us hope
looking beyond the stars through the lens of a telescope
not a god that'll tell us no
manipulating what he could touch
just need somebody that we could trust
i promise prayer really works
just not the way that you think it does
i don't always understand god's reasons
i just know it's hard to understand him in dry seasons
guess i just gotta wrestle with the facts and sos when i feel trapped
don't want to hear another song about my season
i just want to lock in to engage with the weary minds
where it's broken and teary-eyes
i just gotta wrestle with the skeptics while i
like all those years of oppression man
if god would fix everything that would make him appealing
but he doesn't that makes him a villain
'cause i ain't got all the answers but i can't walk away