Man In The Box...

You say that I don't have any fight left in me...
The truth is, I was born without the will to fight...
I have no idea how I've lived this long...
I have no will to survive...
I'm just a man in a box...
My life is usless, my existence is a question...
Jesus on that cross can't save me...
Even though my crazy thoughts sometimes wish he could...
Come down my savior, come down off your burden...
Come down and share your wisdom and truth with me...
Or would that wish be too damn easy?
The truth about atheism, is that christians are the number one cause...
You hide inside your 4 walls of "redemption" and throw your stones at society...
That'll never help anyone, not even I... The man in the box...
Counting away the days, until I can no longer remember my own name...
You say you want the best for me, but you only focus on the negative...
How is that possible? It's like living on a double edged knife...
You're just waiting for a reason...
whatever that reason is for, only you know...
I'm just tired of wondering, and pretending I can help...
I'm sorry I'm more useless to you than I am to myself...