Why must, we cling, to the thread, beyond that of our identities Shielding our thoughts, we pretend it's okay Forget the lies and hold the disdain
We chase the fate that we believe - believe that we all deserve Yet we hate, we hate the place were we have decided to lay our heads at night
I'm not too proud but I still can't admit it to myself
Why must, we stain, the hands, of our own being The patron saints and sinners came From far and wide, all to witness
But are we not all just cynics and liars, armchair critics hidden by desires Under guise of perpetual demons, we will all burn in our fires This is not the way we should deem the values of our own being If we detest our own reflection can we forgive our imperfections?
What if we were to look Without these lies, would we conceive more of compassion and less beliefs?
We hate this face that we can see - we can see is so hopeless And we place, we place the fate that we conceived to where our heads should lay...
But are we not all just cynics and liars, armchair critics hidden by desires Under guise of perpetual demons, we will all burn in our fires This is not the way we should deem the values of our own being Why do we hang our heads, before our eyes will lift us from rest?
What will it take, to see the true face of change? With open thoughts, we'd see it's okay. Forget the lies, release the hate.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
