I sit still
As the snow falls gently to the ground...
I want less from god
let him have less rules, rituals...
Do you remember back when?
In the year of our Lord ten...
Sweet Angels' voice I hear
Father's presence hovers near...
We have looked at life from probabilities
Though we adapt to endless possibilities...
Hypnotized by wretchedness,
Wrapped in filthy rags...
Conformity is no normality for me
As I look back on how I used to be...
He's making me say those words again
I've submitted to what we all know is sin...
They sing, dance, and fornicate
But I prefer not to participate...
They will look at us with disgust.
They will take back their trust...
With vulture eyes, they stare at my pride.
Almost subconsciously sending messages inside...
Deadly Faith
Innocent painted wings...