I don’t believe
My lips speak notions of a fadeless, unspoiled land
and I act like I want to go there, but I don’t believe such a place exists
And it hurts to know the devil has seen more than me
You think this would be heaven’s confirmation, but in him I doubt I believe
I don’t believe in heaven anymore
My mouth will tell you stories of shadows that make blind men see
and I act like it could happen, but inside I don’t believe
It hurts to know demons have had a front row seat
I don’t believe in them either, but the stories make you want to believe
I don’t believe in miracles anymore
If you asked me my name I’d tell you Israel
but the name tag on my heart reads “Jacob the Wrestler.”
And it hurts to know he got his hands on you
Have we ever touched? Have we ever hugged? Have we ever been in the same room?
I don’t believe/I don’t believe/, but I want to believe your right here
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