what makes up your throne

i look up to the stars and wonder what your throne is made of
false realities, lies, a golden bullshit offering of love?
when i'm gone i hope to turn my back on the pearly gates
to never make my judgement, maybe show up late
explain to me your majesty why should i look up to you
why should i drop everything and everyone i do
to exalt your most precious on high?
i think i'd rather take this gun and die
though i wont, and you know i wont
i'm too stubborn, dont call it a miracle, dont
i am too curious to see how my life will play out
living for myself, not for a bunch of hypocritical doubts
but i will ask one thing, and i ask it with hatred in my soul
quit taking people away from me, even tho they're old
its a cowardly way to make someone suffer and i'm tired
tired of being away and you casting your will on the expired
expired in your eyes maybe, but to me its just a beginning
keep your priorities to yourself and youre egotistcal sinnings
your book blinds the world and the prophets years ago
so tell me one more time "lord"...what makes up your throne??.....