Something tells me I really shouldn't hate so much
But everywhere I look I'm seeing so much hate
I hate the way I hate the way I hate things
Responsibility sometimes just seems far too much to bear
There's nothing left to say about my apathy
It really gets the better of me
I'm trapped in my own frame of mind
It seems I've drifted far too far
From God my God the God who gives me life.
He picks me up and draws me too His side
Jesus hears my cries my God delivers me
The hate I felt toward an ill humanity
Dissolves in hope that one day they might feel as free as me
There's nothing left to say about my apathy
It's still hard but He helps me see
The reason function's meant to be
Is too make our lives complete.
Fallen flesh we want to hate
We want to live our lives apart from God
And when we can't we realise that apathy is all we've got.