Are You There GOD versuri

Versuri Adia & Jae feat. Jackson, Dani – Are You There GOD lyrics

Are you there, God? It’s me, Jae Woon
Do you remember me?
Bedtime Stories whisper, lullabies for the hungry
They sold me a skyline, gold paint on a lie
Dream a little dream of me while the real ones multiply
Born under a bad sign, stamped on my name tag
Hope handed out like candy, then they take the bag
Houses of the holy with glass floors and thin ice
We pray for open doors, they auction off the price
Neon prayers in Sin City glow, promises fade at dawn
Bad day at Black Rock, every move feels pawned
They teach us to climb, then cut the ladder from the top
Time keeps the secret while the crooked never stop
Time is wicked, time is wicked
Clock hands steal the dream
In my time of dying I still hear the scheme
They sold us heaven like a ticket with a name that’s not ours
We learned to fly on paper wings while they kept the power
Dream a little dream of me, hush now, sleep tight
While the winners count the dawn and vanish with the night
I learned the hustle, smiled for the cam, played the part
Bedtime Stories on the feed, salvation sold as art
They put halos on the actors
Then lease the stage to sharks
We clap for the illusion while they pocket
All the marks
Are you there, God?
It’s me, Jae Woon —
I shout into the static
Faith turned to currency, the sermon’s automatic
No slurs, just truth: the altar’s got a price tag
We were fed a map to stars
But the route’s a trap In my time of dying
I’ll ask who kept the light back
They taught us to dream big
Then auctioned off the track
Time is wicked, time is wicked
Watch the minutes bleed In my time of dying
I still feel the greed
They sold us heaven like a ticket stamped
With someone else’s name
We learned to play the game
But they rigged the frame
Houses of the holy echo
Empty pews and neon signs
Bad day at Black Rock
Credits roll on crooked lines
In my time of dying
I keep the question in my breath
Time is wicked, time is wicked
Dreams can taste like death
They sold salvation with a crooked grin and called it grace