In this world of overanalyzation and procrastination
We refuse to accept the truth in faith
Yet we choose other abstracts such as lust and hate
Wait.
I'll change tomorrow
Desensitized, we can't feel death or sorrow
Looking down on the masses
That share our noses, hands, feet and eyes
Lies
Are what we bathe ourselves in
Because truth had become a Deadly Sin
Too real for our eyes to behold
We lose ourselves and sacrifice our souls
Unknowingly to an evil
We choose not to see
Arousing that evil
Through what we choose to be
So easy to give into delusions
Thinking there is such thing as a fusion
Between the demonic and the light
Or perhaps we are hoping
That this twisted sight
Will give us the golden recipe
To ascend into paradise
Rather than transcend into fire...
Funny how we doubt other's loyalty
And happen to be the biggest liars
Preaching that in order to believe
That we are indeed
Approaching the end
We need the presentation of solid evidence...
But by the time it's manifested in present tense
It'll be too late
For you to change
