believe in something.
believe in something.
it is worth it in the end.
is there even an end?
don’t tell me nothing.
don’t tell me nothing.
there needs to exist more than just wounding up dead
a cross of my own lies alone, burning next to my heart
faith never questioned from various momentarily lessons,
i’ve seen bits of him everywhere, temporary resurrections,
i’m just patiently waiting
i’m just patiently waiting
for something in secret,
to wind up on its retreat,
nothing is ever shown.
nothing is ever shown.
known to the unknown,
a savior; silent prayers
he knows everything
but why am I still being
dragged through Hell,
dragged through Hell
Relentlessly alive?