Force-fed an idea, of something that I’ve never seen.
Are you a Martyr? The Last thing I’d fucking be.
Open your eyes and maybe then you will see.
This is something inside of me.
Can you feel your heart beating?
The one thing that keeps me living, I don’t believe in anything but me.
I don’t need something that isn’t there for me.
Don’t try to show me the way, I’ll walk alone.
This is not what we wanted, is this what you pray for?
If you were here then you would hear me scream, I don’t believe in anything, but me.
I live for myself, my disposition is a failed hope.
If you were here then you would hear me.
Something greater? Then start saving.
Why do we have to see such suffering?
We’re all falling apart, a life for the hopeful and the hopeless.
Where do you see yourself in history?
Are you waiting for some kind of savior?
The one thing that I won’t believe in.
I’ve been counting these numbers.
One, two, (three) for every time I’ve had to sit here and wonder, how the fuck is this living?
This is all smoke and mirrors, you’re all smoke and mirrors.
I don’t need something that isn’t there for me, don’t try to show me the way.
I’ll walk alone, this is not what we wanted.
Is this what you pray for?