Misanthropological dig

I've been pickin up these pieces, ive been going through phases
I've been faking all these smiles
I've been puttin on faces
These ephemeral phases,
well hidden in language....
All to Hide the fact that I've been feeling so faithless

If there's a god in the heavens, then why do good people die?
If it's all a master plan then why the fuck do we try?                                    
I much rather get high, its a life I can stand
I guess I've been full metal since I lost my right hand

And there's no alchemic equations to resurrect the forsaken and my soul is so mis-shapen I can't sell it to Satan
Cuz when your roots have been shaken and your heart is still breakin
You'll give everything you in the hope That you'll save em

So can you blame me for praying for release from this hatred cuz assigning me this sorrow is a decision unsanctioned

So if this demon awakens, I'm only blaming the savior, he'll only do me favors if he makes a traitor

Its the most human of natures to become our own slayers till bullets are obsolete and I am sprayed with a laser and a binary cannon turns my state into a crater

Because that which we call our maker part of a bigger caper
Thats when I heard a voice say "you'll be thanking me later"