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!