I worshiped a stone,
That couldn’t feel the tears I shed.
It couldn’t hear me cry,
Lying at its toes.

It stood motionless,
As I beat my chest;
Mourning at my plight.
It didn’t care.

It can’t be you;
The one I knew.
For it was true;
It was my God.

You killed him;
And I can’t forgive you for that.
You can’t be my love;
You can’t be my God.