To your left is the Baguio Botanical GardenAre you searching for the sermon in suicide?Do you need someone to tell you what it means?If you say that Jesus gives you peace of mindThat's a good enough reason for meAnd if it really helps you get some sleep at nightI'd kill for a little of that peaceYou talk about the truth like you were lyingI wonder who you think you're talking toSpeaking of some things I put behind meWhy lies, why ain't Jesus sent you?Passing people on the street with picket signsWarning me of my impending doomIs God's the one deciding if I make it in?What gives them the power to assume?You talk about salvation like a birthrightYou use it like some kind of excuseSpeaking of some things I put behind meWhy lies, why ain't Jesus sent you?I still hear the silence on the other lineThe consequence of telling you the truthThe way I felt the night turning into my sideWhen I heard you say the words I prayed for youCause you talk about forgiveness like a favorLike it's something that you didn't have to doSpeaking of some things I put behind meWhy lies, why ain't Jesus sent you?Why lies, why ain't Jesus sent you?Why lies, why ain't Jesus sent you?