born into the plan of making me

believe or making me decieve in the faith

I was raised twisting their devoted goals

by bending true history slowly slipping away,

away from my belief blind

faith in which you conceive so called divine,

never appealed to me

never question what was taught

cling to the righteousness which you got holding

the blanket of serenity falling away from sincerity faith will help us

it will save us nothing you could ever do could change the way I feel

help us save us help us save us from ourselves

I see no heaven, I see no hell

I just see us, just us

cling to the hope that it exists

falling further with every prayer

you whisper it won't save it won't save you.