CRISIS OF FAITH (Brian Mello) The look on your face says You're in over your head Thinking maybe God should Have picked someone else instead The means are justified just like Every excuse that you make For your crisis of Faith Lies fly like bullets With a force all their own Blowing holes in bodies and souls And sending what's left home You pose like a hero while sending The poor to fight in your place For your crisis of faith The dream was stolen away While we were sound asleep Paralyzed by the fear Leaving us hollow and meek Suicidal prophecies Profiting from tragedy Making the same mistakes Over and over and over again