I will not live!
On my, f**ing knees
for your manufactured beliefs
Your crutch, being insecurities My life
Wont end with my, soul to keep
I'll be, buried alone six feet deep
We will leave, the same we came
Alone to ourselves ordained Pray till the day you meet him but
Reality is this crutch will break
And You'll have yourself to blame Fearing d**h, leaves you praying on
your f**ing knees, This martyr that you pray for, to please. Come and get it. But the day you wake may be to late
d**h brings no love, and no clean slate!