How do we know what this is? Drop dead, what they said It's all ended up as lies Rot. Running your mouth with god rest your soul, But its reality that will tell you you're.... Hopeless. Research the words you live by each day Pro-phets exists in books but not our lives. I toss and turn in restless sleep. Shut out the busy minds that make us weak. Nothing you can do all Something else is something more Everything becomes so small How could it possibly be so hard to see? Your spine, it holds your back, yet you still collapse under pressure. Because, the answers all around us. It is itself the evidence. Trust, your Father, he made you, he gave you your life. Trust. They said it takes time to see what the truth is. when the father becomes all abusive what's wrong with us? How can it possibly be so hard to see? As your life drains, as the light escapes yours eyes Search solutions, your brain can define What becomes of us? so much more real life that really exist. Nothing you can do at all like your hitting head against a wall when something inside you clicks this is religions little trick (Line) Reality has told you. The master of your future is yourself… whats left behind you only know the answer when you die. As life drains from your pitiful corpse that just flash before your eyes. Fooled into thinking its a after life, to survive. whats left behind Because, you don’t know what to believe in, but you decide that the answers all around us, within you the delusion, it is itself the evidence. Trust, your Father, he made you, he gave you your life. Trust. Lie, lie down alone await decay to pull your soul apart. Rest for now.. Rest for now, we'll be leaving bones beneath. Flesh turns to soil now food for more to come again. To preach such filth. To re-establish outdated ideas of a paranoid existence. That there's no need to be afraid. cause' everything’s gonna be okay. We'll wait it out, click off the switch and hide our eyes from those who try to pry, one comes again to find... Just why we do the things we do.

More toll sand is wasted, more salt is absorbed Good times have been tasted now the rich are bored Sleep easy, while working Stocks up or down i'm paid either way "Fate" gave us our life. So you think you were something special? Speech gives you the illusion of intelligence. They'll hate the earth they're left on Stare in the face of rejection This illustrates that ignorance is bliss. So much more than fate ooo Please breathe deeply it's not so easy. There is more you must know Plead with the state in question and ask them why I want to know how they see the world, an existence aware of our careless and pointless lives, that were never worth saving. control in the hands of psychos the less that we know the more that they go on the endless promised actions to those who try "When we said, our word is solid and we care for you" It may appear to the public that this is true. Scratch the itch, lift the "blindfold" The truth is they'd fuck over you. They don't understand perception, which is why the can't make correction. Yet another consequence of sadly organised religion Backing the mad leader, giving hope and excuses. Where there is none. Shot in the arm when it needs to die. They'll hate the earth they're left on Stare in the face of rejection This illustrates that ignorance is bliss. They'll hate the earth they're left on Stare in the face of rejection twisted, dark secrets have led the way, for all mankind

Ancient history of your lies reoccur in the modern times That trait will die with you engraved Scars of old carry stories untold of a democracy within a dictators hands I cannot hear another word stranded, diluted visions grown from tainted seeds Blossomed as a blood ridden catastrophe Warped idealism consumed Driven by a power hungry fool Smoke replaced the clouds A misplaced trust undermined by self indulgent destructive lust Hunger for torn, shattered, dismantled remains Concentrate on writing this all over again Blinded - I should have seen this from the start Manipulate our eyes are dull from to much sleep The cogs begin to turn turning Smoke replaced the cloud Is there a way past this Stained disdain is hard to wash away What is cast cannot, so easily replace Wide eyed bludgeoned smile Blackens sunlight in the dark The infliction of a butchered mind craving decline reinventing the elitist design I'm Blinded I should have seen this from the start Manipulate our eyes are dull from too much sleep The cogs begin to turn Smoke replaced the clouds Smoke replaced the clouds A silhouette of what life was, now lost and left us weak Smoke replaced the clouds The silhouette of life drifts unconscious through the skies drifts unconscious through the sky screams exhale the pain, fear from their own lungs There's burning flesh in the air carry humanities corpses to its final resting place a nameless graveyard amounts to, another dot on the page... Those who remain and wonder what is next Existence begets them, waiting for end To end the suffering: Strap the usurper down and stretch him out without the sedation, mind manipulation Inflict a series of cuts, but avoiding the critical vein Who still remains? As bleak memories are recalled Time begins to reconcile remember when the smoke replaced the clouds remember when the smoke replaced the clouds Ancient history of your lies reoccur in the modern times That trait has died with you engraved Scars of old carry stories untold of a democracy ripped out of the dictators hands

How can we speak of such complicated things? Why should we ponder on such innocent beginnings? Everyone will have an answer, a book or two for show but how can you know if you can't even understand our origins. Don’t dare think just live Let the past drown in itself it's time to let things go It all breaks down and fades away So it all breaks down and fades away No we’re never gonna get it, we're never gonna learn never gonna survive. Everybody starts to panic, everybody starts to doubt what they thought they believed. Empires have come and gone and failed to find a solution, entire failure we're sure to miss the point. Stupid kinds multiply, nullify progression. Vulture minds tend to fight those buried by depression. When we hide we lose sight our eyes forget the light. With a taste of disdain we start all over again. We will wake to find our lives in shambles, so much more invest in candles, psychos with money can be the president.. this is why we must try to preserve evidence It will help in the end so we can bury them "So what do you think? is this how you thought it would be? You found out life's not perfect, stand back and look past the surface. Have we left it too late?...Yes From above we could look like mould, I like mould, an infection... 200 hundred years and we've caused such destruction, So reluctant to move When we're scrutinized we could look sick, poisonous; 200 hundred years and we've caused such destruction, is pointless To the point we realise that our tiny little lives are poisonous. Killing the earth we live on just for what? Cruel duress of the grind, a state in which we all have been dissolved take rest - potential for greatness fades with the out dated fools again, and again - we need to concentrate on the end... put a different spin on the world (Solo) When we hide we lose sight our eyes forget the light. With a taste of disdain we start all over again. We start all over again We start all over again. The end.