Lyrics

In context it makes no sense
To live a life of ignorance
Discontent with their results
They’ll blindly follow any cult
Blood in, blood out, it’s all the same
There’s no winners in this game
The masses soon took all they could
While being told it’s for their good
There is no ending, no crescendo
We’re being forced to fit the mold
In between the void of peril and truth
There lies an idea at its roots
But without pain it won’t propagate
And to those who insatiate
There’s no where to place the blame
Maybe we all should bear the shame

Light floods in through the cracks
Blinding me to what’s in store
Like roaches fighting on their backs
I can’t even leave the floor
Gasping in the stagnant air
Bludgeoned and forced to pray
Choking on an angels hair
It’s in his name they always say