Eleventh Hour Lyrics

Another Breath Eleventh Hour

We live and we give and we're dead.
Missing something. Searching for God.
No point in asking why.
I know we were born to die.
We prosper, we suffer.

Missing something.
Searching for God.
I waged my war up from the ground.
I tied the noose and pulled the great illusion from the
sky.
I killed my father and I found
That I'm the bastard son of something made up in my mind.
I just need something real.

We live and we give and we take.

Missing something. Searching for God.
God is just the Devil in the pictures in your head.
I see more.
I see it in the streets.
It's the ground beneath my feet.
It's hunger. It's disease.
There's truth in the harmony.
I feel it. I believe.
In the war that's inside of me.
Blue eyes and broken teeth.
It's God. It's God. It's God.