Eleventh Hour - Another Breath

We live and we give and we’re dead

Missing something.

Searching for God

No point in asking why

I know we were born to die

We prosper, we suffer

Missing something

Searching for God

I waged my war up from the ground

I tied the noose and pulled the great illusion from the sky

I killed my father and I found

That I’m the bastard son of something made up in my mind

I just need something real

We live and we give and we take

Missing something.

Searching for God

God is just the Devil in the pictures in your head

I see more

I see it in the streets

It’s the ground beneath my feet

It’s hunger.

It’s disease

There’s truth in the harmony

I feel it.

I believe

In the war that’s inside of me

Blue eyes and broken teeth

It’s God.

It’s God.

It’s God