Heading slow
Down the road

Uncertain that I'll stay alive
Or survive in anyway
For another day

Uncertain that I'll live
Certain that I'll die
Wondering why

Wondering why?
It happened at all

Questioning those who want
A reason for what
They want to fake
In order to take your story
For their own glory

Bastards all
Who need to fall

I'm not willing to oblige
So they can

Condemn our hearts
To be a part
Of their dark art installation
Despising all creation


The sum
Of their self deceiving lies
There is nothing real
In what they feel

It's all been seduction.
With no other function

Than to keep up the lie
So why even try