In this world of insanity, the sane is extinct.
Every scripture written with picture perfect accuracy
Vividly dates blasphemy in the masses that causes tragedy.
Making races race for a place to claim reign
Over a kingdom with no freedom. Nothing to believe in.
Beginning the end. Now sinning and breathing is even?
Like I can't breath-in without inhaling hell in my lungs?
Sprung from a culture of vultures fighting for their piece.
Striking our lives with strife that can only die at our feet.
Passing this generation onto the next with much less.
Success in ignoring our chest and resting the heart.
Cuz now love has no backbone and hate sets us apart.
Faith in our God has no meaning or rights
Leave our fights for our children to stay and live on.
Piviting on love, hate, god, faith, and everything then on
As if there were a better choice or decision.
Our children reliving our pain gaining no room for tomorrow.
They follow our hollow thoughts to a life full of sorrow.
Borrowing emotions because we killed them inside.
Until the end of time we'll play this game of war
Hearts tore, souls sore, and we've seen this before.
Every scripture written with picture perfect accuracy
Vividly dates blasphemy in the masses that causes tragedy.
Making races race for a place to claim reign
Over a kingdom with no freedom. Nothing to believe in.
Beginning the end. Now sinning and breathing is even?
Like I can't breath-in without inhaling hell in my lungs?
Sprung from a culture of vultures fighting for their piece.
Striking our lives with strife that can only die at our feet.
Passing this generation onto the next with much less.
Success in ignoring our chest and resting the heart.
Cuz now love has no backbone and hate sets us apart.
Faith in our God has no meaning or rights
Leave our fights for our children to stay and live on.
Piviting on love, hate, god, faith, and everything then on
As if there were a better choice or decision.
Our children reliving our pain gaining no room for tomorrow.
They follow our hollow thoughts to a life full of sorrow.
Borrowing emotions because we killed them inside.
Until the end of time we'll play this game of war
Hearts tore, souls sore, and we've seen this before.
