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 fucking savior.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI