7 Days

If there's a God

Do you think He's lookin' down, curled up on His couch right now?

As we fail to figure it out, does He turn down the sound?

Is He proud?

Are we proud?

Guess we forgot how to live a life with no filter

Makin' borin' people famous, let's pretend they're fascinatin'

Let's tell little girls that pretty girls are better

Or that pigment or religion really matters

(Oh-ah, yeah)

We're in some trouble

Mr. Maker, don't turn away from Your screen

(Oh-ah, yeah)

At least the bubble that we've created could make for some good TV

Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs

I know You're tunin' in up there

Way up there

Would You care to answer my question?

Oh, the land of poor taste

The spectacle of cut and paste that we've made

Would You say?

Please say it was worth the seven days

Does He hang His head at all the greed that we possess?

As the anti-social media perpetuates the mess

Maybe it's a test

Maybe He's upset by the loose ends, stressed

Like the rest of us, it happens to the best of us

God (Yeah)

Or is it Mr. G to me?

I hope that through the static, You'll show us the clarity

'Cause it's hard to find the silver linin' in the bittersweet

Wonder if You're prayin' for us 'fore You go to sleep

Do You sleep in peace?

(Oh-ah, yeah)

'Cause we're in some trouble

Mr. Maker, don't turn away from Your screen

(Oh-ah, yeah)

At least the bubble that we've created has made for damn good TV

Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs

I know You're tunin' in up there

Way up there

Would You care to answer my question?

Oh, the land of poor taste

The spectacle of cut and paste that we've made

Would You say

Please say it was worth the seven days

Don't touch the remote, we'll be back in a moment

We are not hopeless

We are just copin'

The mayhem is rollin'

But it ain't showbiz

Reality's potent

Chaotic, I know it

But we're growin'

Have some hope in us

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

And were we worth all the time You gave up?

Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs

I know You're tunin' in up there

Way up there

Would You care to answer my question?

Oh, the land of poor taste

The spectacle of cut and paste that we've made (Oh)

Would You say (Oh)

Please say (Oh)

It was worth the seven days

Yeah

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