i feel a darkness so thick one could cut it with a knife
its dressed up as god, telling me that this here is my life
a life full of misery disguised as a mystery
fooling practically everyone
built on the fundament of having left, being gone
feeling so terribly bad for all the troubles we caused, the mistakes we’ve done
so we indulge on the guilt
indulge on the guilt
pouring our tears over the blood we have spilt
believing we are bodies meanwhile drowning in our worries
have stopped counting all the sorries we said in all our countless stories
keeping us busy with feeling dizzy, feeling lonely, feeling bored being phony only to to find each other drifting apart
projecting rather than finding a deeper connection than at heart
we keep rejecting what we see, we’re trying so damn hard to be
this product of individuality, picturing reality as this entity of insanity
building our churches on the grounds of vanity
blindfolding each other to see beneath the triviality