born into the plan of making me believe or making me deceive in the faith i was raised. twisting their devoted goals by bending true history. slowly slipping away, away from my belief. blind faith in which you conceive so called divine, never appealed to me. never question what was taught. cling to the righteousness which you got. holding the blanket of serenity. falling away from sincerity. faith will help us. it will save us. nothing you could ever do could change the way i feel. help us. save us. help us. save us from ourselves. i see no heaven, i see no hell. i just see us. just us. cling to the hope that it exists falling further with every prayer you whisper. it won’t save you.