| Look into the mirror, reflecting this sewer world
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| Will I ever realize, that I am on my own
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| For nothing is ever set in black, everything is grey
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| Program my existence, program everything I say
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| I am born again, I’m cleansed, my fears and insecutiries
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| Blind my eyes so I can’t see, just take my hand and lead me
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| As I stand before you now, I dedicate my life to you
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| I’ve given everything I have, and every tithe due
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| With my neurotic state of mind, I need god to heal me
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| Or I may into some void, god can’t you hear me
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| God spoke to me in my prayers, doesn’t he speak to you?
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| Could I be controlling my thoughts, the point is probably true
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| God lives in me in my soul, I yearn for just a sign
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| Imagination playing games inside my mind
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| No thirst for you holy water, blood has spoiled it’s taste
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| Drowned in your fabled past, nothing but a waste
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| Their’s no light on the other side, no light at the end
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| Recycled immortality, your sacrement is dead
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| Come down off the cross you bear, can’t you feel my pain
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| I’ve given you everything I had, I take your name in vain |