[Verse 1] One God, so they say, but the pages never stay Too many holy stories getting in the way I spent my youth chasing truth through every broken plan Now I’m older, carrying weight no preacher understands. [Verse 2] Years of following crap, life hands you its own soul rap, Dragging bags of old belief strapped tight across your back. Pain and strife, yeah, they cut you like a rusted knife And you whisper “fuck it all” when you’re cornered by your life. [Chorus] Dust in my hand, no promised land Nothing left but what I can’t outrun. I might believe, but I can’t know And every road I walked just turned to stone. [Verse 3] Too many holy pages leading nowhere through the ages And at the end you still don’t know the truth behind the cages. What you see ain’t reality, it fades like a dying spark Long gone, long forgot, swallowed by the dark. [Chorus] Dust in my hand, no promised land Nothing left but what I can’t outrun. I might believe, but I can’t know And every road I walked just turned to stone. [Outro] Ain’t nowhere left to go, Except to say I told you so. ©2026 Trevor Swistchew. All rights reserved.
