Antique

It's three in the mornin' and I don't think I'll be sleepin' though Minds so wound up and the thoughts they seem to keep me woke Blinds wide open cause the moon can see right through me Doesn't know me but it shows me saints and faith are just commodities Three in the mornin' and I don't think I'll be sleepin' though Lord I beg and plead Pull me to the light so I can see To stop my questioning So I can fall asleep Questions weigh on me Is it to be is it not to be Is there a plan for me? Or is God just an antique? Faith laying silent cause I killed it in the first degree World ain't nothing to me but some skirmish for some currency Is something beyond or am I all that I will ever be My eyes are open but there's just some things that we may never see 3 in the morning and I don"t think I'll be sleeping though Lord I beg and plead Pull me to the light so I can see To stop my questioning So I can fall asleep Questions weigh on me Is it to be is it not to be Is there a plan for me? Or is God just an antique? Why won't you show me what it is that I've been looking for? Is it folklore or will you guide my soul forever more? Why won't you show me what it is that I've been looking for? Is it folklore or will you guide my soul forever more? Lord I beg and plead Pull me to the light so I can see To stop my questioning So I can fall asleep Questions weigh on me Is it to be is it not to be Is there a plan for me? Or is God just an antique?