Swatting Flies

I cannot find any remorse (Although regrets I have plenty) My suicide and divorce (Uncompromizingly empty) Try. Hit rewind. No recourse! (For my mortified assembly) Answer in kind, betray and force (Your own ideas and entries) God's not dead He's six feet under With Bloodshed You'll hear his thunder God's not dead He's six feet under With Bloodshed You'll hear his thunder (Six feet under) (You'll hear his thunder) Forget it now, breath in, move on (You can't keep running far away) That broken vow, that old bygone (There is no further place to stray) Wipe down your brow, just pick a pawn (You have to decide in some way) I won't allow sloth's antiphon (Now to the king I fight and slay) God's not dead He's six feet under With Bloodshed You'll hear his thunder God's not dead He's six feet under With Bloodshed You'll hear his thunder So cry until your eyelids bleed From what they say to you Cradle your face and say I'm wrong Roll over on your back Do what they say to do Embrace the lies they say belong So cry until your eyelids bleed From what they say to you Cradle your face and say I'm wrong Roll over on your back Do what they say to do Embrace the lies they say belong