Sitting here in your temple
Your words fall on deaf ears
The white walls and black suits distract me
Im as dazed as yesterday but still awake
Vulnerable to a point, until theologically raped
I wade in the ocean of nazi mystery
Drowning and bleeding out the fake
My face is noticeably worn
But in due time, so will be yours
Not sure wether Jesus blessed me with a future
Or just blessed me with no choices
A threatening hand isnt always the one to grab
No matter how far you've fallen
So I drift into technological bliss
Faceless and guideless I twist
Lovers and haters and the sinners and snakes
Divided, united, more than showing what it takes
We murder the mothers
And gently sink into one another
Religion isnt life
A glowing token of constant strife
We mirror infinitely the walls of tomorrow
And shamefully taste the sisters face
We are alone and burnt
In a place between here and nowhere
And still wonder why we're scared
It's constant
This feeling, this knowing
This numbness, this unknowing
A circle of life
But a pit of death
A saviour of sorts
To the misled..
As the sun scratches for popularity
We lay drugged in the farmers field
Over-sexed and voiceless
Minds brewing liquid, the green over-bored fruit
Im bored and unfeeling
And as many times as she followed me
None will compare to the first
Understanding the undermined
Under-appreciated sighs
From a goddess
Under skies..