Drawing Dead

I can’t control it You’ll never notice What you can’t see will never be in the open... It’s just a campaign Of non-believers They cannot wait until they’re facing their master... I cannot face it You’ll never know this That I am faceless and in need of an anchor... It’s just a new strain Underachievers Are waiting for us by the true disaster... What you’re try to say When you are afraid Is a choice you haven’t got... Once you start to pay Fear will always stay Then you know He’ll never come... I’ve always known that You couldn’t hold it So what you feel is just a curse on the rising... It’s just a new stage Of evolution So now the Lord has fallen down to be broken... But I will never know Just what it really meant As long as it is slow I know I’m really spent