| September 2012,
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| Cameron Smith,
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| Hotel Books,
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| I believe that intelligence is relative but wisdom is universal,
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| I believe that life is not a performance and no-one gets a rehearsal,
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| I accept that nature is our environment and deserves to be well kept,
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| But nurture is our calling and it is the reason we were ever made to exist,
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| I believe that answers are scarce and that’s what makes them worth it,
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| Universalism is fraud just like the matchbook we use called religion,
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| Feeble attempts at running a match on sand paper hoping it lights,
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| When the flame starts with passion not an understanding of all things in life,
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| Philosophy was made to dissolve our natural comfort of ignorance,
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| God existed long before us and that’s where we find our solutions,
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| Heads in the sand shuts out our demons but also shuts our light to see visions,
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| I believe you were made to be alive and your life is your mission,
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| Incisions and visions small holes to let truth seek through and dilute the
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| water we let our hearts dive into,
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| Looking for monetary incentives but lack the repentance to seek love despite
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| our apprehension,
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| Like a prison sentence, we all fear heaven,
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| Like the unknown ocean that happens most of our worlds convention,
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| Our own conviction is resistant because we fear being misrepresented,
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| Or misinterpreted with no real grounding to base our relations,
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| We take a vacation from the truths we used to subscribe to called revelations,
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| A nation of prescriptions and solutions and narcotics found abusive,
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| Relying on conclusions before asking the right questions,
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| Skip a section, skip a sequence, and find yourself bleeding,
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| Forfeited destination to avoid temporary mistreatment,
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| Our remedies feel like potions and our leaders practice hypnosis to garnish the
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| abortion of passion from our devotion,
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| Stricken with foreign motives we have lost our footing and are falling into
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| this ocean,
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| Convincing our children to compromise with depression,
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| And to practice being an activist,
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| To poison our opinions of gods presence,
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| Sometimes I try to look back and figure out what happened,
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| We were made to be one nation under god,
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| Not one nation under personal advancements,
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| And this modern fight for temporary happiness instead of joys, poison and
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| regression,
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| But in the kingdom of heaven we are free from the suppression
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| We were given a choice,
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| We were given a voice,
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| No longer do we have to inject this poison,
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| Cause in the kingdom of heaven, we are free from the suppression,
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| We were made to be one nation under god,
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| Not one nation under religion,
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| We were made to be one nation under god,
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| Not one nation under personal advancements. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Faithless (Am I) , by - Hotel Books. Song from the album Everything We Could Have Done Differently, in the genre