All praise the false superstition as all hope and faith crumbles before your eyes
We are all damned from birth as we begin to slowly decay

In the grand scheme of it all you are worth nothing
I am nothing
We are nothing

Trying to work a way into the promised land as this way of life comes crashing down

Hold tight to a faith in this dead prophet
I hate everything you stand for
Live for
And die for

I am nothing
We are nothing

Conformity is wiping us all away
Losing your identity in the pursuit of happiness

A book filled with the greatest source of fiction known to man
As judgment day comes to us all

I will not bow my head
My knees will not be bent
I will not be a sheep in a mindless flock
A poisoned idea of false thinking
I will be my own fucking savior