Blind lead the blind down a path that seems to have no end. Their eyes sealed by faith; educated by fiction, they’ll pray to a god thats smiling down on a world forever at war with itself. There’s no knowledge of what you know you should be; forced into what you think you should believe. You pick fights like you pick your own truth from lies – is it me, is it you or everything you despise? They’ll sing songs of the saviour but who the fuck’s here to save us? On deaf ears the notes fall – together we call for a hymn that sounds like the truth.
But the pages on which this was written will burn away with every single verse, and the years we spent waiting for answers is something he cannot reimburse. A spiritual ride – I’ve held on for dear life. My hands burnt – no lessons learnt; but are they scolded by sin or from the preacher within? Save me with these prayers you make, knelt by these broken pews. Guide me with your healing hands, blood stained from a war on views.
Does your love hide in the bullets, bombs and destruction? And should I feel no shame in thinking this feels just like heartache? The world christened by insanity, the rules written for us but the morals there are few. We've lost grip on what humanity should be; the reigns let loose by him and only he.