We’re setting our clocks for doomsday and sleeping away our lives. Walking in fear through the worlds shadows, small from mockery by evils despised We’ve chosen to fellowship with death, throwing half a lot in the plate, Seldom giving a second breath to insight that God controls our fate.
We dance in these silhouettes,drunk on wine and anxiety
Dressed in our best presumptions
and self adorned piety.
We champions ourselves as masters of doctrines,
We mask ourselves in boastful lies
We hide from our ineffectual existence
surrounded by the lost that we despise.
We're setting our clocks for doomsday, and sleeping our lives away.
Choking on plastic identities, damned by all that we didn't say.
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