Lately I've been contemplating the reason we're all here I cant seem to find a reason for why a quick story telling exercise from paranoid people lost in time could account for a thousand years of violent crimes You can call me a cynic, you can call me unwise, you can tell me I'll burn when I reach the other side.
As long as I'm able ill be living my life, free of the revelation's butchers knife, free of fear of the fathers glare, free of the aches in my knees from pulpits prayers. I don't need to be saved by anyone The truth is lost on somebody like me
Give me back all the people I've lost, take away all of the suffering that I saw, return to me all of the bodies of the innocent. Until then, ill never trust the infinite. But for now I'm alone and I'm doing just fine, all I see are the clouds when I look at the sky, got all the meaning in my life that I need, I'll never need another being to help me succeed. I don't need your prayers, I don't need your pity, I don't need to be saved, Your world wasn't meant for meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
