So here I am again,
waiting for the world to pull me under.
Waiting for deliverence,
waiting for this faceless god to reveal it'self to me,
and guide humanity.
We are eroding at this sphere that brings life and death.
Why can't we see that it's us not the enemy?
I don't think you will ever learn your lesson.
You've always ran from your reflections.
You're so scared of what you've become.
We are products of deciet. We spread these lies like a disease.
We have been cursed by the prophets word,
passed down and distorted by ages.
You compensate a dream just to sustain your morality,
you condense the mind of a child in bloom.
Compensate a dream just to sustain your morality.
Condense the mind of a child in bloom.
So here we are again, waiting on nothing.
Only one thing is certain.
We will all be forgotten.
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