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I burden myself with the task of constant reinvention
A distraction from the fact that I can never reach perfection
Re-direction of what I'm going through to ease the tension
Before I I reach a boiling point and just delete the session
What's the positive outlet you need to invest in?
Who do you think you are? Take a breath and try again to read the question
Read between the lines Labels of anti-depressants
Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner I need repentance
The mind can be deceived so easily with suggestion
Without a faith, the mind is even weaker than the flesh is
Monastic, ascetic Supremely prophetic
To find peace in the thing I used to perceive as pathetic
Been given a sacrifice, in which I choose to be indebted
The privation of sinlessness is deeply genetic
There's more to it than counting knots on a rope
When I'm feeling lost on a boat, pushed out to sea and I can see the rescue
I spent so much time, all of my time wondering why?
What I am just a speck inside of a wandering eye
Is what I do inconsequential in the grand scheme of things?
And if so, is it even worth it to put up a fight?
It's such a struggle, sometimes It's like Im under the sign
Uncertainty never ceases to run amok, but it's fine
Need saving, need riboflavin, better than to writhe in anguish
In the forty-five grave, up in my mind
Given the gift of existence in this earthly dimension
Built within us is an innate desire to seek connection
With something greater, to serve as an answer
Something far beyond even the human minds capacities of comprehension
God What an easily distortable concept
Even for somebody with a brain the size of a peas perception
I pray to God, when I seek protection
Release my weapon, so I got both hands free, when I reach for Heaven
Heavenly peace, when I can finally get me some rest
Blood on my hands and my feet, from when I beat the devil to death
Put me on the wheel if you want to put my faith to the test
Earthly domain, the viscera that satan aim to infest
Got my name on the list, in Heaven, where the angels are blessed
Witnessing through the pear of anguish, as the pain just persists
I don't know anything greater than the elation and bliss
That I feel when I get reminded that salvation exists
I spent so much time, all of my time wondering why?
What I am just a speck inside of a wandering eye
Is what I do inconsequential in the grand scheme of things?
And if so, is it even worth it to put up a fight?
It's such a struggle, sometimes It's like Im under the sign
Uncertainty never ceases to run amok, but it's fine
Need saving, need riboflavin, better than to writhe in anguish
In the forty-five grave, up in my mind
