Problem Solving

I've started a war,
against nothing at all
I'm fighting faith,
into the great unknown

Trust in me please,
I would never stop to cry
In a life after life,
placed your bets on that side

I don't know you,
but I really wish I did
Then I'd save you,
from pop to depressive rock

Music made to sell,
will just like religion: fade away
And I'm waiting,
for the last preacher to fade

I'm not a prophet,
but I have the slightest clue
Some have to go,
let's start with the willing souls