Walk a day in his shoes and try to see what he sees.
A homeless man with no place to go in this cold dark world.
Feel the pain that's inside of his gut from no food or place to rest.
Where's the Gold that you've been praying to?
Where's the god that should be saving you?
He awakens on his bench in the city park where he reigns.
The flask in his pocket is his only hope of staying alive.
These harsh winter nights cut right through his hollow bones
He's addicted to anything that numbs his pain from the public's face.
He screams: "Please save me god"
He screams: "where is your god now?
Where is your savior?" - "you're begging to be saved, no one will save you."
On this winter night, the cold gets the best of him, he comes across a gun.
Is this how it's supposed to be?
Is that your resolution, resolution for me?
I'll live a life of nothingness, before i ever be the cause of my own death.