Empty Prophets

Spit the truth out, cast it aside

I see you constantly bleeding the blurred lines

Stand offended, cry wolf again

I assure you we aren't the same

Yet our veins flow with the same soured blood...

Shallow words from apathetic heads

Nothing more than empty prophets

I see a world tearing itself apart

And those who wish to profit

It's not the sentiment of your speech

But there are holes in the words you preach

I know I'm not a better man

But I can smell bullshit when it's in front of me

Yet our veins flow with the same soured blood...

And in the end

All it comes down to

We wanna hear a voice echoing our own

Something to take our minds

Off our empty lives

To know we're not really all alone...

Stop searching for glory

You are your own obstruction and ruin

Stop searching, you'll find nothing

Nothing behind those empty eyes...

This illusion you hide behind

Is your broken axe to grind