Friends Without Faces - Dear God, I Hate Myself Lyrics

I'm just a punk boy
A punk who likes punk boys
Who feel the same that I do
(That is to say, my stance on punk boys - that stance being that they're pretty cute)

When I was little
My mother told me that God was here, all around
Watching, observing,
But wouldn't make a sound

And I believed her, 'cause we were Christian
And I thought he's in us all
In me, in her, in them, and him
And you

And if God's in me,
Then maybe I am in God too
Just a thought
If so, then all the wicked men who
Fought and lied, instead used God to deny
My rights to hold and live a life
Were in there too

I wonder if God hates me like I do
I wonder if God was made up of us too
I wonder if God was with us all along
And maybe it's God who's writing and singing this song

Dear God, I hate myself
Today, I've gone away to lands
Where your foreign lambs won't stay
I know that life is sometimes hard
We're all just cards, unplayed, in your sadist games sometimes

Dear God, I hate myself
Today, I've gone away to lands
Where your foreign lambs won't stay
I know that life is sometimes hard
We're all just cards, unplayed, in your sadist games sometimes