Rorschach Test - Slaves lyrics

Every wants to think serve some kind of purpolse in this world and everyone wants to make someone cry and bring flowers at their funeral but everyone's a slave to them self Everybody thinks they get some special magic from all of these icons that we make of gla** and stone And everybody reaches to the sky to trick themselves into believing that we're not alone But Jesus was born in a barn that's why he leaves the door open I'd rather be a murderer than to be a murder victim Everyone's a slave to them self, and everyone's afraid of them self. And nobody has ever loved no one except maybe them self.