How does it feel to find yourself playing for the wrong team with the stakes so
high?
How does it feel to find yourself so blind to the sin you're diding deep inside?
turn your back on the obvious facts
and watch the city gnash and burn on you
oblivious to your only way out
and now the lifestyles evidences too
independence runs rampant while fire awaits
for burning flesh over-flowing likes sets
blind as the bats in the dark mindsets
without hope of ever seeping through cracks
like a fool so proud of your arrogant
mind set of lusts unspeakable continue to drool
and now so content...implement the tool
exchange for plagues
and given over to shame
your rainbows a symbol
of a smile on a face unforgetable
you look to the skies and smirk
while your choice proves completely regrettable
and lust fills the sleepless nights
thirty five and under the plight to sow invites
you'd better get to bed early
because the dawn's bring light to melt the living penalty
(2X)
and now you want to try to separate
independence from your bonded state
worship your created self
with unnatural debased states of mind for fates erased
with no excuse for ignorance
his nature only proves his existance
uncleanness assumes the image
thats reflecting the far away cry from creation
to the signs of the times sign a contract
providing your soul with destruction
(2X)
and now you want to try to separate
independence from your bonded state
