The Apple of Discord

If this is all there is, then count me out
It’s headaches and caffeine
It’s rationing of sleep
I’d trade an hour of these dreams for one more awake
I’d rather lose the rest than live through one more night of this
But these red lights and stop signs
Are keeping me still for too long
There’s too much time to think
But not enough to get anything done
Just kill the lights, and I’ll count my losses
There’s no point in anything anymore
If I can’t take a breath, or make the slightest movement
Without disappointing everyone
There’s no comfort in this scripture
Or at least not right away
Two dozen books go by before I even recognize Your face
Two thousand years of brimstone
And thirty more of perfect love
Sometimes I doubt Moses and Matthew
Really wrote of the same God
(But I’m more than certain which one’s wrong)
But these red lights and stop signs
Are keeping me still for too long
There’s too much time to think
But not enough to get anything done
Just kill the lights, and I’ll count my losses
There’s no point in anything anymore
If I can’t take a breath, or make the slightest movement
Without disappointing everyone
Please forgive me for my sins
O God, forgive me what I am
So I say my prayers in secret
I whisper words behind closed doors
«Be merciful to me, a sinner!»
Said the tax collector to the Lord
When did Your church become so prideful?
So quick to trade in love for hate?
They’re preaching Sodom and Gomorrah
They hate God’s children in God’s name
Let he who is without sin
But have not a word to say of grace
Be the first to cast his stone
Just kill the lights, and I’ll count my losses
There’s no point in anything anymore
If I can’t take a breath, or make the slightest movement
Without disappointing everyone
Please forgive me for my sins
O God, forgive me what I am