Yeah, I believe in God; yeah, I have faith,
I go to church every Sunday
But what about everyday
Everybody's tired and depressed
Nobody even knows if they're ok
Where is the blessed?
What does it mean to be ok?
God must be tired
Watching his children suffer
And break the world he made
Mistake pleasure, forgetting its pain
But God, when do we get to be ok?
When do we get to be ok?
Religion is for hope, or at least that's what the internet says
Everybody at church says
Challenges are lessons we need to learn
But why does learning leave scars and burn?
He stays awake and hears our prayers
But is there even someone who cares,
'Cause, why won't he answer my prayers?
God must be tired
Watching his children suffer
And break the world he made
Mistake pleasure, forgetting its pain
But God, when do we get to be ok?
When do we get to be ok?
On Sunday people say he's always here,
But why does it feel like he disappears?
The world's not ending, but why does it feel so near
When will he interfere and make it clear?
There's no one who'll protect us
So who will make sure we're ok,
So who will make sure it's safe?
God, when will the world be ok?
God must be tired
Watching his children suffer
And break the world he made
Mistake pleasure, forgetting its pain
But God, when do we get to be ok?
When do we get to be ok?
