Raised to believe in a misinterpretation

Of the validity in a pre-determined path

It started off slow then picked up fast

Toward the moment of clarity: I'm still confused

If he really speaks to you, why haven't I heard the truth

You're so sure a better life awaits upon his return

I spent so much time waiting for the end of days

I forgot to plan the rest of my life out

So, when you tell me to have faith, I lose the faith that's left in me

"Maybe you should hope to god that you'll be relieved of this feeling"

When you tell me to have faith, I lose the faith that's left in me

When you tell me to have faith, I lose the faith that's left in me