My God

I will never kneel to your god
But to mine ill get on my knees
Yours is a figment of your imagination
And mine aims to please
Yours allows suffering
Mine wouldn't let that be
While your god ignores
Mine explores all of me
Waiting for yours to resurrect
I look at mine who's fully erect
You can't describe something that's fucking invisible
Pity for you because my god is beautiful
So go to church and pay your tithes
Ill stay at home and enjoy my ride
As you keep praying
Ill keep laying
So wrapped up in your fiction
What a stupid addiction
You can't even prove that your god exists
But I can still taste mine on my lips