Sometimes I think about how every sunrise Just brings us closer to nothingness Most nights, I shout my questions at the moonlight Until the answers are obvious 'Cause time won't heal All of the wounds and the scars in our minds If God's not real Then tell me what of the stars in the sky? And I? Realized that there's no finding where the truth lies Until we finally see the end I've tried, but comforting convictions won't hide The fact existence is meaningless 'Cause time won't heal All of the wounds and the scars in our minds If God's not real Then tell me what of the stars in the sky? And I? I wait around for your saving grace But am I better off with no faith at all? 'Cause time won't heal All of the wounds and the scars in our minds If God's not real Then tell me what of the stars in the sky? And I?