Dear father, can you clarify this fiction you speak with?
The blind have organized, confusing the sides, the language is different
The corporation found a way to monetize the inscription
Convinced an afterlife
It's cursed with the burden to kill for admission
If no one defines where the boundaries lie, it's no wonder why we're desensitized
Why are you lost for words?
And why can you just not respond or need time to revise your old version of lies?
We just need you to show up on time, just once!
Just once!
It seems the races have decided to take pride in their difference
Then fight with conviction, determined the color of man defines their intentions
Just clarify
Just one reply
Just one more time
Fucking pick a side!
If no one defines where the boundaries lie, it's no wonder why we're desensitized
Why are you lost for words?
And why can you just not respond or need time to revise your old version of lies?
We just need you to show up on time, just once!
Just once!
We scream when it's our time to listen
Our flaws by our own definition
Some die from self-righteous indifference with the book in their hand, not the hand of their children
Why are you lost for words?
And why can you just not respond or need time to revise your old version of lies?
We just need you to show up on time, just once!
Just once!
Just once!
Just once!