born into the plan of making me
believe or making me decieve in the faith
i was raised twisting their devoted goals
by bending [bad word] history slowly slipping away, away from my belief blind
faith in which you conceive so called divine, never appealed to me never
question what was taught cling to the righteousness which you got holding
the blanket of serenity falling away from sincerity faith will help us
it will save us nothing you could ever do could change the way i feel help
us save us help us save us from ourselves i see no heaven i see no [bad word] i
just see us just us cling to the hope that it exists falling further with every
prayer you whisper it won't save it won't save you