Jesus On The Hill

Ripples in a puddle
Tears in a bottle
Everyone's life
is full of struggle
Didn't you hear
this is just in
Jesus on the hill
all have come for him
desperate for a thrill
They all saw him
Before dying
High on fentanyl
Jesus on the hill
With his deep blue eyes
cold and empty like ice
His voice calm and clear
That no one wants to hear
All have come for the lies
That have multiplied
Like the rats and the mice
Jesus on the hill
They all saw him
wearing a plastic crown
And his long hair down
Jesus was on the hill
But never saved the ill