Pale  Skin  -  I  Declare  War

Five  years,  four  years  too  long

Living  her  life  room  to  room

Bed  to  bed

She  still  prays

Her  family  still  prays

Room  to  room,  bed  to  bed

She  still  prays

Sickness  still  sweeps  her

Coughing  and  pale  skin

Is  what  you  see

Cables  wrap  around  her  sick  body

She  hopes  it  ends

She  still  prays

Her  family  still  prays

Every  tunnel  she  drives  through

She  still  wishes  she  will  make  it  out  alive

Questioning  why  people  worship  a  man

That  suffered  three  short  days  on  a  cross

While  she  lay  for  five  long  years

Where  is  her  book?

Where  are  her  followers?

Dead  and  pale  on  the  floor

You  ask  yourself

If  there  is  a  God

Do  you  think  he  gives  a  shit?