Blasphemous Rumors Songtext / Lyric

Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her

Slashed her wrists, bored with life

Didn't succeed, thank the Lord

For small mercies



Fighting back the tears

Mother reads the note again

Sixteen candles burn in her mind

She takes the blame

It's always the same

She goes down on her knees and prays






I don't want to start

Any blasphemous rumours

But I think that God's

Got a sick sense of humor

And when I die

I expect to find Him laughing



Girl of eighteen,

Fell in love with everything

Found new life in Jesus Christ

Hit by a car,

Ended up

On a life support machine



Summer's day,

As she passed away

Birds were singing

In the summer sky

Then came the rain,

And once again

A tear fell

From her mother's eye.