How Summer Tour Turned Me Into An Atheist

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Night drive, under night sky, stars hang down like christmas lights as we fight.
Fields for miles, lay flat like bathroom tiles,
And i don't believe cause of what i've seen,
Sometimes i want to but there's nothing above the stars, but sky , not some guy.
Naïve and spoonfed,
I want to believe the words you said but my prayers have left me exhausted.
God where were you when grandfather died, god where were you when friends pushed me aside.