Onsind - God Hates Facts lyrics

It's not divine, it's not intelligent design
It's not the Eucharist or
Your confession time
It's just the path where we depart the most
The cop, the kid, the Holy Ghost
Another scripture scribbled through
With lines

And I don't blame you for
Needing something to believe
But give me hands that help
Instead of lips that pray
This isn't judgement day

Your God is real
Insofar as the shame he made
You feel has caused
A sadness that you're scared to leave behind
Self-loathing in your bones
No hope for rolling back the stone
You found mythology could ease
Your muddled mind

I don't blame you for
Needing something to believe
But give me hands that help
Instead of lips that pray
This isn't judgement day

A phone call at the crack of dawn
A pain you've never felt before
Bad news in a soothing voice
Another bloody lousy choice
Queue behind an old acquaintance
Pay the price for your impatience
Make eye contact as you leave
Wiping tears with your sleeve

It's sweaty palms on your big day
Forgot the psalms the preacher sang
Lose another awkward fight
Then read the book of Job by candlelight
Skimmed over the obituaries
Typos in the prophecy
These vineyards smell like cemeteries
But there's no such thing as booze for free

Superstition or religion
In the church where you were christened
Eyeing the collection tin
Be sure to put your coppers in
Politics and economics
The nervous tics of an alcoholic
Waster in his father's suit
The rotting flesh of the forbidden fruit

Meet me at the reservoir
The world got smaller, things got harder
Say a toast to an absent friend
Then tell yourself you'll make amends
Then lie again and say you're fine
Your breath smells like Communion wine
There's nothing left 'round here for you
So do what you're supposed to do

And meet me at the reservoir
Your plans were scuppered from the very start
The world got smaller, things got harder
A fading light another broken heart
So come and meet me at the reservoir

I don't blame you for
Needing something to believe
In fact we all put faith
In things we can't explain
The way a funeral feels more
Poignant in the rain
But give me hands that help
Instead of lips that pray
This isn't judgement day