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​God Hates Facts

This song is by Onsind and appears on the album Anaesthesiology (2013).

It's not divine, it's not intelligent design
It's not the Eucharist or your confession time
It's just the path where we depart the most
The cop, the kid, the Holy Ghost
Another scripture scribbled through with lines

I don't blame you for needing something to believe
But give me hands that help instead of lips that pray
This isn't Judgement Day

Your God is real, insofar as the shame he made you feel
Has caused a sadness that you're scared to leave behind
Self-loathing in your bones, no hope for rolling back the stone
You found mythology could ease your muddled mind

I don't blame you for needing something to believe
But give me hands that help instead of lips that pray
This isn't Judgement Day

A phone call at the crack of dawn
A pain you've never felt before
Bad news in a soothing voice
Another bloody lousy choice

Queue behind an old acquaintance
Pay the price for your impatience
Make eye contact as you leave
Wiping tears with your sleeve

It's sweaty palms on your big day
Forgot the psalm the preacher sang
Lose another awkward fight
Then read the Book of Job by candlelight

Skimmed over the obituaries
Typos in the prophecy
These vineyards smell like cemeteries
But there's no such thing as booze for free

Superstition or religion
In the church where you were christened
Eyeing the collection tin
Be sure to put your coppers in

Politics and economics
The nervous ticks of an alcoholic
Waster in his father's suit
The rotting flesh of the forbidden fruit

Meet me at the reservoir
The world got smaller, things got harder
Say a toast to an absent friend
Then tell yourself you'll make amends

Then lie again and say you're fine
Your breath smells like Communion wine
There's nothing left round here for you
So do what you're supposed to do

And meet me at the reservoir
Your plans were scuppered from the very start
The world got smaller, things got harder
A fading light; another broken heart
So come and meet me at the reservoir

I don't blame you for needing something to believe
In fact we all put faith in things we can't explain
The way a funeral feels more poignant in the rain
But give me hands that help instead of lips that pray
This isn't judgement day