Nothing

I can't seem to answer all these questions in
My Mind is running overtime to figure out
This Life so full of anguish without all the death we see.

I see, I hear you, but it's so hard to believe.
God, where are we now?
Can you hear us through those clouds?
When the rain is beating down?
Our hopes and dreams never left the ground.

Nothing's being done for your daughters or your sons.
Everything just stays the same.
So they tell me Nothing's your name.
Do we believe in Nothing?
(Nothing? Nothing? Nothing? Nothing? Nothing?)
Scream at the sky!
I scream at the sky!
Into the big nothing, begging to hear something.
Into the big nothing, begging to hear...
Scream at the sky.
As I close my eyes to sleep,
I decide I still believe.