"Heathen's Prayer"
Dont see my Lord too often now but I know what I seen.
Dont think the gods can save me now I tried but dont believe.
The smoke has gotten into my eyes and I been blinded by my drink.
Its gotten so I lost my grip as I slip beyond the brink.
And as I slide into infinity, Which grows smaller by the day,
I slide into my faithlessness. They say a heathen has to pray.
I was talking to the devil.
He gave me five more years to live.
Even that seems like wasted time,
With nothing left to give.

Dont hear my Lord too often now but I know what I heard.
I heard a lot of holy gospel but I havent heard the word.
My eardrums just beat the time and rhythm the message clear to hear.
I just wait the time beyond my prison and I still have five more years.
And I was deafened by the mighty roar of the teaming masses prayer.
The music burst like heavens thunder and now I cannot hear.
I was talking with the devil.
The deal was finally sealed.
The scar remains a gaping wound,
Which time has never healed.

Dont know my lord too often now but I know what I know.
I know that seeing isnt faith enough it leaves a lot to show.
The devil hes a lot like me hes got no faith hes got to see.
I know Im never gonna find no proof and so the sacrifice is me.
I dont know what I been looking for.
Or what I hope to prove.
But I know I got a demon on my trail,
And so I got to move.

I was talking to the devil.
Do you know what he say?
He said that even though he has no faith,
He says that still sometimes he prays.