I'm lost in this foreign land,
of all my loneliness and sorrow.
in a fog of confusion and pain,
i feel like there is no tomorrow.
when there is nothing left for me,
when I'm completely used up.
where am i supposed to turn?
besides "looking up"
There's nothing up there to answer to.
except clouds and dust.
what do these people expect?
myths without a just?
I'm sick of the world,
where gods the only answer.
who says there is even a god,
just this worlds cancer.
the seven sins, they refuse to commit.
we're the devil's pawns,they say.
but in the end, when the truth comes out,
the real sinners are sitting in church every Sunday
