Bewildering Conception Of Truth

Reaper in the hourglass. Every grain of sand will pass.

Monuments of spells we cast. In this age we all die fat.

Hail and hallelujahs. Higher purpose for the masses.

Begging, thieving, keeping all the good ones for yourself.

How to kill unworthy men. Judge them with your own two hands.

Seal the frame that shuts your eyes. Use the tool you keep inside.

Don't pretend you're not condemned.

Don't pretend you're not, you sleep within.

Feel the blade cut through your mind and reconnect all the dotted

Lines. Peeling the layers unable to find nothing but puzzeling signs.

Waiting for a God

Future full of riches

All egos tumble

Growing ignorance

No more dire winners

Broken sinners

I wont go cause I'm not here

Little boy you can go anywhere

Don't evolve, vegetate

Little boy you will grow and be fierce

A momentary relapse

Waves from stars aligned

Flying through the haze

Waiting for a god and for a future full of riches

Always gazing up when there is something you are missing.

Endless fucking line of all these day to day believers.

Oh now all hope is gone

Feel the blade cut through your mind and reconnect all

The dotted lines. Peeling the layers unable to find halos.

All egos tumble

Growing ignorance

No more dire winners

Broken sinners