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To re-establish outdated ideas of a paranoid existence.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...
