Grains of Sand (In the Shape of Question Marks)

Scratch the bones till no flesh remains

You embrace the tome your righteousness dictates

All alone your warm hands now suffocate

Hold the distance, hold the line, make them wait

Doubt me, doubt you
Doubt God, or am I not allowed to

Feel anything anymore

Hold the candle up to your eyes

If you can handle the glaring light

Declare your worth then deny mine

But there is no judgment in your fine print lines

Doubt me, doubt you
Doubt God, or am I not allowed to

Feel anything anymore

Show me the way to salvation
Rituals like polygraphs

Or is it in the hands of a beggar

Take my tithe to do the math

I'll subtract the difference from the print and what it makes

I was looking for a copy of the original, but all I've found are fakes

Doubt me, doubt you
Doubt God, or am I not allowed to

Feel anything anymore

Save me, save you

Where's God, or am I not allowed to

Ask for the manager of the store...house of hope