Pain by Curtis Clark Young Lyrics

It's been three weeks
And I haven't heard a syllable
And if God is dead
Then why is my faith discernible?
And your garden too
I guess that's another expendable
Why is hate so real?
Why is my pain so expendable

Like a cat crawls up the wall
And I fell
For it all
And babe I must confess
You've got me to undress

And the rent is gone
We spent it all on heresy
And now all this pain
Is all that's ever left of me
You can have it too
It's all that I've got left of me
Pain