Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You thank God for a trophy, a record, a sale,
While a kid in the gutter breathes his last inhale.
You say He’s good ‘cause you made it to the stage,
While cancer eats children inside a locked cage.

You pray for a job, get hired, say “He’s real,”
But not for the mother whose son got killed.
What kind of God needs applause for your win,
But lets the innocent drown in somebody's sin?

[Hook]
God gets credit, never blame,
Rain or shine, it’s all the same.
If you thrive, He’s divine—if you starve, it’s “His plan,”
What kind of justice excuses that scam?
Don’t tell me He cares ‘cause your rent got paid—
While warzones burn and children fade.

[Verse 2]
He flooded the world, left millions to die,
Then said, “Trust me now,” like that justifies.
He needs your praise or you’ll burn in fire,
Sounds more like a tyrant than something higher.

Commands love, but sends plagues, famine, war—
Then says, “It’s a test,” like He needs more.
Omnipotent? Then why the pain?
Why design a world that runs on shame?

[Spoken Interlude / Breakdown]
You say He gave you strength when you beat the odds,
But what about the kid raped by the priest of God?
You preach grace, then turn your face
From the blood on your book and the lies in your faith.

Crusades, conquest, manifest fate—
All wrapped in verses that justify hate.
From witch hunts to slaves to silencing truth,
Your church wears a crown built on shattered youth.

[Hook – Repeat]
God gets credit, never blame,
Rain or shine, it’s all the same.
If you thrive, He’s divine—if you starve, it’s “His plan,”
What kind of justice excuses that scam?
Don’t tell me He cares ‘cause your song hit charts—
While millions cry with shattered hearts.

[Verse 3]
Free will? But He made the rules,
Then punishes you for being fooled.
Made us flawed, then cursed the flaw—
What kind of love is bound by law?

Original sin, blood sacrifice—
Sounds more like fear dressed up as nice.
Pray for peace, but vote for war,
Build a church, then lock the door.

[Outro – Spoken or raw delivery]
Don’t ask me to kneel to a silence that cruel,
Or worship a king who plays us for fools.
I don’t need a god who demands my praise—
While doing nothing through all these days.

If He’s there, He’s absent.
If He’s love, He’s late.
So spare me your verses.
I’ll carry my fate.