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'Dear God' (Dax Cover by Max Cinnamon)

This is my reinterpretation of 'Dear God' by Dax—a song that echos many questions I've wrestled with personally. I added three lines at the end to reflect my own voice in the conversation.

We filmed this in an abandoned house in the South Of France. The location became a mirror: of isolation, of faith shaken, and the raw plea that lives inside this song.

DISCLAIMER:
This is a cover of 'Dear God' by Dax. This video is not monetized. Copyright owners may run ads on this video or claim the content under YouTube's Content ID system. I claim no ownership over the original composition.

CREDITS:
Written by Dax, Chris Selfe
Produced by Max Cinnamon
Filmed by @AirVisuals777
Directed by Max Cinnamon
Location: South Of France

Watch 'Dear God' by Dax: https://youtu.be/nzCIeNhw8oE?si=G85ZA_p3AlBLFQCP

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LYRICS:
Dear god
There’s a lot of questions that I have about the past
And I don’t want hear it from a human you made so you’re the last person that I’m ever going to ask
Tell me what’s real
Tell me what’s fake
Why is everything on about you a debate?
What’s the point of love?
Every time I’ve showed it I was broken and it’s forced me just to only want to hate
Why’s there only one you but multiple religions?
Why does every conversation end in a division?
Why does everybody want to tell us how to live but they won’t listen to the same damn message that they giving?
Tell me how to feel, tell me what’s wrong
I tried to call, pick up the phone
I’m on my own
Everybody says you’re coming back then man why the hells it taking so long?
Why do I hurt? Why is there pain?
Why does everything good always have to change?
Why does everybody try to profit off another man's work then destroy it just for monetary gain?
Tell me are you black or are you white?
I don’t even really care, I just really want to know what’s right
They been saying one thing but I’ve been looking in the book and it seems like they’ve been lying for my whole damn life.
Tell me where I’m going
Is it heaven or hell?
I just hope this message greets you well
I had a dream that I was walking with the devil I don’t remember how it feels but I swear that I remember the smell
Looked me right into my eyes and told me everything I wanted could be mine if I gave up and decided to sell
But I said I’d rather die than get mine now I’m here no fear one man with a story to tell
Dear god where were you when I needed it?
When I fucked up and repeated it?
When they set the bar and I exceeded it?
My life is like a book that they’ve judging by a cover but have never took the time to fucking read that shit
I remember telling you my goals and my dreams but you didn’t even answer so I guess you didn’t believe it
I remember sitting with a gun to my head trying to ask you for some help but I guess you didn’t believe in it!
I don’t want religion I need that spirituality
I don’t want a church I need people to call a family
I don’t want tell my sins to another sinner just because he’s got a robe and he went to some academy
I don't wanna read it in book I wanna hear it from you
Don’t want learn it in a school because they’re hiding the truth
Don’t want to talk about it with another fucking human being and that's the only reason that I even stepped in this booth
Dear god,
How do I take this darkness and turn it into light?
How do believe in concept where I speak to a man I’ve never seen with my own two eyes?
How do I know that religion wasn’t made just the separate the world and create a whole disguise just to keep us in these chains while the rich get richer and poor pray to you and perpetuate a lie?
How do I know this ain't some big joke?
How can have faith when there is no hope?
How the hell does one man have 100 billion dollars and we still have people on the street that are broke?
There's a lot of things I wanna talk about and get off my chest
I can’t sleep cause the devil won’t let me rest
I used to know a fucking pastor in a church and I can still hear the screams of the kids he would fucking molest
Dear god
I’m supposed to fear you but you ain’t said shit so maybe you who actually fears me?
I don’t know the answer I just want to see it clearly
So many lies there’s a 1000 different theories
All I want to know is who really made religion because I know it wasn’t you but don’t nobody believes me
No more lies
No more death
Bring back King
Bring back X
Please dear God let their souls rest
Protect who’s left and watch their steps
Dear God

Dear God, Where were you when I needed you?
Dear God, where were you when I needed truth?
Dear God, where are you when I'm breaking down?

© Max Cinnamon 2025

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LYRICS

Oh when the skies fall down and the leaves turn brown
And the song won’t play on the radio
She’s gone away for too long now
Oh but the sweet fresh smell of your loving spell
Was enough to keep me breathing in the rain

Oh and you packed your things from diamond rings
To letters from your only king
Saying why?
You gotta leave us blowing in the wind
Like a winter's cold on a summer skin, that’s right

Oh and I’ve been lost, lost sometimes
But your touch made it alright
Leave my troubles out of sight
Oh I’ve been lost, lost sometimes
But I never felt this way
Cos you turned your back to me

When Autumn leaves then she would kiss the trees and say goodbye
Say goodbye
Autumn leaves, sometimes they have to leave and wave goodbye
Don’t wave goodbye

Oh as the months go by, they say I’m fine
Don’t kid yourself, I’m dying a little inside
All the lonely nights under sidewalk lights
Keep draining me like tears from under clouds

Oh and it’s 2am, paper and pen, I’m writing all memories that we’ve had
All the photos slipping through my hands
Like an hourglass sand that leaves and never stays

Oh I’ve been lost, lost sometimes
But your touch made it alright
Leave my troubles out of sight
Oh I’ve been lost, lost sometimes
But I never felt this way
Cos you turned your back to me

When Autumn leaves then she would kiss the trees and say goodbye
Say goodbye
Autumn leaves, sometimes they have to leave and wave goodbye
Don’t wave goodbye
And just when Autumn leaves then she would kiss the trees and say goodbye Say goodbye
Autumn leaves, sometimes they have to leave and wave goodbye
Don’t wave goodbye

Written by Max Cinnamon, Andrew Rollins
Produced by Max Cinnamon

© Max Cinnamon 2025