Can You Hear Me? Edit

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Are you looking down on me,
or are you my friend wishing me well?
Am I just a ball of clay with which you can play,
watching me run around in my physical shell?
Are you trying to teach me a lesson,
sitting high in your chair while I burn in hell?
I'm down on my luck and looking for answers,
does Satan want my soul cause I'm looking to sell.
If you sent your only son here to save me,
all I got is another story to tell.
I've been under this spell since Lucifer fell,
is a whisper sufficient or do I need to yell?
Can you hear me
in this cry for help?

I set up signs to advertise my body and mind,
waiting for the fateful day I might find a buyer.
Delayed-gratification's a delusional ideal
in a world unconcerned with consuming desire.
When hypocrites make headlines and heathens patrol highways,
a role model's influence always expires.
I'm exhausted from all the belligerent preaching,
but silence a singer and I'm crushed by a choir.
With politicians profiteering public opinion,
democracy is turning into an empire.
Show yourself soon and save your earth's denizens
before the bombs drop and we all burn in fire.
Can you hear me
in this cry for help?

Please god, give me faith.

They're screaming your praises around every corner,
but all that amounts is a crowd of clowns.
They've written the laws for equal rights and liberty,
but power will pay, twist the words, and confound.
They're killing for income, immoral for oil,
blinding our eyes to lifeless towns,
to make gold-plated hats for a few tiny heads,
since no one will dare wear the thorny crown.
Your children are dying and trying to hold on;
I hate the way they turn away while watching us drown.
Forgive them for they know not what they're doing,
please wait to release your hell hounds.
Can you hear me
in this cry for help?



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Are you looking down on me,
or are you my friend wishing me well?
Are we just balls of clay for you to play with,
watching us run around in our physical shells?
Are you the one burying all our dead babies,
sitting high in your chair while we burn in hell?
I'm down on my luck and looking for answers,
does Satan want my soul cause I'm looking to sell.
If you sent your only son here to save us,
all that we got is a story to tell.
Under a spell since Lucifer fell,
is a whisper sufficient or do I need to yell?
Can you hear me
in this cry for help?

We set up signs advertising our bodies and minds,
waiting for the fateful day when we find a buyer.
Delayed gratification is devoid of any meaning
in a world unconcerned with its consuming desire.
When hypocrites make headlines and heathens run the highways,
where are the role models we can admire?
Exhausted from all this belligerent preaching,
but silence a singer and be crushed by a choir.
With politicians profiteering public opinion,
democracy is turning into an empire.
Show yourself soon and save your civilians
before the bombs drop and we burn in the fire.
Can you hear me
in this cry for help?

Please god, give me faith.

We're screaming your praises around every corner,
but all that comes out is a crowd of clowns.
We've written the laws for equal rights and liberty,
but high paying powers put it up for the pound.
We're killing for income, immoral for oil,
blinding our eyes to the lifeless towns,
to make gold-plated hats for a few tiny heads,
for no one will dare wear the thorny crown.
Your children are dying and trying to hold on.
I hate the way we turn away while watching them drown.
Forgive us for we know not what we're doing,
please wait to release your hell hounds.
Can you hear me
in this cry for help?

I'm not the only one in this world.