Futile Prayers

A life lived in fear of final judgement, end of days Grasping on to futile prayers This paranoia hanging over you It weeps from every pore You'll feel it in your every move Your every step watched over, unreachable freedom Your saviour yet to show his face Should he decide my fate? Conquering the world, a mission so vein The crisp air pounds my skin My eyes and senses open in defiance You're sedated by false promises offering hope This misery created by your belief The darkness of this world mists his perfect bliss, Pray for me. Lead the beast to rest, repent his sins Carry your filth to the heavens, while I cleanse in hell Conscience my only guidance, my only saviour Does it take a holy man to rest? Conscience my only guidance, my only saviour A thousand souls erased in your name Lead the beast to rest, repent his sins Carry your filth to the heavens, while I cleanse in hell