To your left is the Baguio Botanical Garden
Are you searching for the sermon in suicide?
Do you need someone to tell you what it means?
If you say that Jesus gives you peace of mind
That's a good enough reason for me
And if it really helps you get some sleep at night
I'd kill for a little of that peace
You talk about the truth like you were lying
I wonder who you think you're talking to
Speaking of some things I put behind me
Why lies, why ain't Jesus sent you?
Passing people on the street with picket signs
Warning me of my impending doom
Is God's the one deciding if I make it in?
What gives them the power to assume?
You talk about salvation like a birthright
You use it like some kind of excuse
Speaking of some things I put behind me
Why lies, why ain't Jesus sent you?
I still hear the silence on the other line
The consequence of telling you the truth
The way I felt the night turning into my side
When I heard you say the words I prayed for you
Cause you talk about forgiveness like a favor
Like it's something that you didn't have to do
Speaking of some things I put behind me
Why lies, why ain't Jesus sent you?
Why lies, why ain't Jesus sent you?
Why lies, why ain't Jesus sent you?