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The only way to the Father is through the Son
To me that sounds like some Scorcese film while a man stares down the barrel of a gun
Who's to say that my own good deeds will not count if I don't happen to believe, or if
I'm taking time to figure it out? "Where are your morals from?" You inquire
as you kneel to pray for me With supposition that I am briefly lost or
simply cannot see
Well I'll vote the devil before he shook my hand
Sharing a highball while surveying his land I know he's evil but he sure can make me laugh
So I'll vote the devil cuz I will choose my own god damn path
So I am granted this asylum through partisan fellowship though abandoning all my relationships,
this preamble's got nothing on the sum Keep this in mind as I write you off near
the end of the night Salvation is so tempting yet devaluing all
I've done in my life "Grandma would be ashamed if she heard you
question these ideals. So never beg any inquiry of this because trust me, these answers are
real."
Well I'll vote the devil before he shook my hand
Sharing a highball while surveying his land I know he's evil but he sure can make me laugh
So I'll vote the devil cuz I will choose my own god damn path
My son you seem distraught these days and anxious in the nights
The parish gathers here today and it seem 'end' is their only sight
Oh, dear brother, there's more to life than death and all the spoils it brings
Promised to you by an angel choir with dissonance they sing
Oh, dear sister, take my hand we'll travel down this beaten path
We'll hear a plethora of demons sharing gospels as we pass
and they chant
Well I'll vote the devil before he shook my hand
Sharing a highball while surveying his land I know he's evil but he sure can make me laugh
So I'll vote the devil cuz I will choose my own god damn path
I get lost inside these walls of blind consumerism Haven't you all heard that buying *** makes
you a better person? I'll lay down the charges if you've got the
fuse we stole from inside As the air fills with debris and smoke in
poetic fashion I wonder what comprised this useless heap
of *** that now we're trashing A giant grin will fill my face when it becomes
my turn to burn the *** down
As we all gather around and watch it sink into the ground
We'll smile to celebrate our win
Over this which has become our human condition I will not let this become my human condition
We're burning down the Balzac Mall Please don't let this become our human condition
Deadringers sound your bells so the graveyard shifts can tell that you're clawing at the
roof overhead But the claw marks that we see will be of
love not misery for the air that you long such to breath
And so it goes if the story holds This life's a dead end road but still my smile
shows
A life been conquered by validity and when I'm gone I hope you'll see there was no plot
just cast to be. This truth shines through humility
There was no god as I could tell and if there is I'll see you in hell cuz I lived life for
you and me and not ancient philosophy Although my art is miniscule I'll tower over
worthless fools who simply say "it's in His hands" drift silently through viewing stands
There are no minor characters My screenplay's just as good as hers
Perhaps for a different audience In this existence there's no sense
And so it goes if the story holds This life's a dead end road but still my smile
shows
My own loss of motivation results in silent nights at home
Shallow hands in production A dry final and *** for some
A point to prove, no chance to move Another fight that I've not won
Drown in apathy Wade in this garbage and filth
This rubbish lake appears as comfort and wealth Without a goal surroundings wont be a drag
But nothing motivates except breaking both your god damn legs
An arduous task it is to judge my past Apostate and alone so please excuse this bitter
tone I'll leave behind any thoughts i can find
A salvaged history of anyone but me
You said that I'd make mountains not just push rocks and dirt
You said that I'd make craters but I fear getting hurt
You said that my voice would could but it can barely spell
I hope this is for something but its too hard to tell
I hope this serves to fuel your memory Despite life's brevity and a guardian I can't
see So hold me close only in finest prose
Edit blatant if you must so I'm a remnant you can trust
So I'm writing down my thoughts to shove them down your throat and if you try to caught
it out I hope you ***' choke because I refuse to leave in discontent and drowned
in irony I'm yelling out these words in hopes that
increased volume is a catalyst for you to shout your stories too cuz what is life without
these tales except emptiness? Please don't let that prevail.
Nihilism is a cancer and blind faith a lazy path
There has got to be some answers, do you think Gods heard of math?
Im praying for some logic and praying for some sense yet I still can't help feeling
hopeless