I limp around with scars implanted deep in my soul, affecting me as a whole//
My heart tries to calm the war in my mind to no avail, I can’t be consoled//
But defeat is a word I despise and will never pass through these Prophetic lips//
When apocalypse approaches from far in the mist I’ll stand up and oppose it//
The heat inside me was raising, I froze it but the ice melted and drips with pain//
Leaving stains on membranes that have to deal and maintain with the daily strains//
The harder I fight the more difficult the opponent and my eyes are all bruised//
Standing in a puddle of crimson residue wondering who it is I’m praying to//
Asking a fable for help so it’s no wonder that no reply fell out of the sky//
Fuck your sacred writing I will find the truth by fighting through this hectic life//
Now I’m taking the lows with the hope that a high will lie upon the other side//
‘How does this mendacious fucka find security without religion?’ - with wisdom//
Setting my mind free of the prison built by a multiple angled prism of indecision//
But still I can’t avoid pain striking my heart with deep slices of hurt and stress//
No matter the clarity of the Prophecy nothing can prepare me for the distress//
I’m unimpressed with your solutions, fuck getting on my knees, I stand and battle//
I give up handouts of help late at night for just one slight shine of light from truth’s candle//
My heart tries to calm the war in my mind to no avail, I can’t be consoled//
But defeat is a word I despise and will never pass through these Prophetic lips//
When apocalypse approaches from far in the mist I’ll stand up and oppose it//
The heat inside me was raising, I froze it but the ice melted and drips with pain//
Leaving stains on membranes that have to deal and maintain with the daily strains//
The harder I fight the more difficult the opponent and my eyes are all bruised//
Standing in a puddle of crimson residue wondering who it is I’m praying to//
Asking a fable for help so it’s no wonder that no reply fell out of the sky//
Fuck your sacred writing I will find the truth by fighting through this hectic life//
Now I’m taking the lows with the hope that a high will lie upon the other side//
‘How does this mendacious fucka find security without religion?’ - with wisdom//
Setting my mind free of the prison built by a multiple angled prism of indecision//
But still I can’t avoid pain striking my heart with deep slices of hurt and stress//
No matter the clarity of the Prophecy nothing can prepare me for the distress//
I’m unimpressed with your solutions, fuck getting on my knees, I stand and battle//
I give up handouts of help late at night for just one slight shine of light from truth’s candle//