We are all dead.
Is what you're living for in this world worth dying for? Eye for an eye, tooth for tooth, whatever happened to telling the truth.
Tossing. Turning. Searching for the proof.
You can never lose sight of a God you've never truly searched for.
We have made a misconception.
Small minds make small thoughts.
Who can know the mind of their creator? Understanding is an understatement.
You will never fully know. Who can know the mind of their creator?
Wake me up from the death in where I sleep. I've fallen into the dark, I'm in way too deep. Can you still hear me calling? Misguided from truth, we walk around like sheep, repeating history. Open my eyes from this mystery.
We are not all skin and bones. Are we all just here alone?
We've created our own god.