When will you stop listening
To the ideas in your head
If you keep on doing your will
You will end up dead
Your mind... has been corrupted
Through the conception of your life
And you... will keep sinking
Until you fucking make things right
You are faithless
No vitality
You are feign
No spirituality
So insecure
So self righteous
Your period of existence
It is so finite
In all your... permanence
There's no fucking light
Are you afraid... to give up control
Are you afraid... of what others may think
For the time being
Temporarily
You need to let go
Of your past reality
You need to expiate
So you can extirpate
Your whole character
And why you seem so vague
You must rectify
All of your mistakes
Allow something... to lead you in the right direction
God, the cosmos... make yourself in that reflection
Never seeming to... want to change for the better
You are faithless
You are pious
You are so feign
No vitality
You are faithless
You are pious
You are so feign
No vitality
Until then
You'll be in a living hell
In your mind
Is where you'll constantly dwell
