in search of sanity, faking all the beliefs
won't you admit the blind adoration
has nothing in it, no fucking sense
so remain blind and deceived
for the sake of Lord you're being ignored
there's nothing in him to appeal or adore

they have eyes, to see idols
they have ears, to hear instructions
building cages, in need to be controlled
beyond the joy of god they have nothing

confined to norms
twisted into forms by Lord
now say hello
to your mighty creator
imaginary creator

white smoke, blotted out the sun
making all perish like a six shot gun
like melting ice spreading out your thoughts
rotten within and dead with no future

they have eyes, to see idols
they have ears, to hear instructions
building cages, in need to be controlled
beyond the joy of god they have nothing

confined to norms
twisted into forms by Lord
now say hello
to your mighty creator
imaginary creator

drowning in pool of lies
choking on the absence of sense
being in dissolved state of mind
barely breathing until the next blessing

they have eyes, to see idols
they have ears, to hear instructions
building cages, in need to be controlled
beyond the joy of god they have nothing

confined to norms
twisted into forms by Lord
now say hello
to your mighty creator
imaginary creator

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