Chris Fugate - Conformed To Fiction lyrics

All praise the false superstition as all hope and faith crumbles before your eyes We are all damned from birth as we begin to slowly decay In the grand scheme of it all you are worth nothing I am nothing We are nothing Trying to work a way into the promised land as this way of life comes crashing down Hold tight to a faith in this dead prophet I hate everything you stand for Live for And die for I am nothing We are nothing Conformity is wiping us all away Losing your identity in the pursuit of happiness A book filled with the greatest source of fiction known to man As judgment day comes to us all I will not bow my head My knees will not be bent I will not be a sheep in a mindless flock A poisoned idea of false thinking I will be my own f**ing savior