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