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?
