Lyrics Eleventh Hour - Another Breath

Eleventh Hour

We live and we give and we’re dead
Missing something.
Searching for God
No point in asking why
I know we were born to die
We prosper, we suffer
Missing something
Searching for God
I waged my war up from the ground
I tied the noose and pulled the great illusion from the sky
I killed my father and I found
That I’m the bastard son of something made up in my mind
I just need something real
We live and we give and we take
Missing something.
Searching for God
God is just the Devil in the pictures in your head
I see more
I see it in the streets
It’s the ground beneath my feet
It’s hunger.
It’s disease
There’s truth in the harmony
I feel it.
I believe
In the war that’s inside of me
Blue eyes and broken teeth
It’s God.
It’s God.
It’s God