歌词
A sky open to your constant praise and worship
But so fucking deaf to your questions and your fears
Damage reaped
By the belief in something
Never there
Just a fucking beacon
Of suffering
A faith in smoke and mirrors
A belief based in misdirection
A faith in smile and mirrors
A belief based in misdirection
Rise
Disregard the fabled words of the non existent one
Shun
The rites of passage
The right to lose yourself
For the ground that lay within you
A baron sky I cursed
One final song
To send you home
As you were lowered into the earth
And the sky so high above you
An emptiness you bore
To live in pain
As they turned away
For some bullshit they called faith
He can never save you
They will never help you
They will look toward the ground
The moment
They realise
The truth will fucking free you
Rise
Disregard the fabled words of the non existent one
Shun
The rites of passage
The right to lose yourself
Believe
In the path that you built for yourself
Never
Find faith at the cost of your own cognitive identity
I wish you could have believed in yourself
For the ground that lay within you
A baron sky I cursed
One final song
To send you home
As you were lowered into the earth
And the sky so high above you
An emptiness you bore
To live in pain
As they turned away
For some bullshit they called faith
For the ground that lay within you
A baron sky I cursed
One final song
To send you home
As you were lowered into the earth
And the sky so high above you
An emptiness you bore
To live in pain
As they turned away
For some bullshit they called faith