STACK UP THE REASONS

He said that I'm wrong, I think he's right Machiavellian psycho archetype Now we are stressed, now we're compressed Dopamine addicts nonetheless Molded in steel, the cold never feels And one of these days we should puncture his wheels The darkness of time enters his mind A kingdom become is no longer alive No longer alive Stack up the reasons The wrong path is treason And there's no religion That makes my decisions Look in her eyes, disgust and despise The family's toxic from all the lies Nothing is clear except for the fear Sprinkled upon them from out of near With eyes like coal, he speaks with no soul In light of the fallout he must have control Inside the mind, he searches for a sign Whether this venture is worth their time Is worth their time Stack up the reasons The wrong path is treason And there's no religion That makes my decisions Stack up the reasons The wrong path is treason And there's no religion That makes your decisions There's no religion That makes my decisions There's no religion That makes my decisions That makes your decisions That makes my decisions Stack up the reasons The wrong path is treason And there's no religion That makes my decisions Stack up the reasons The wrong path is treason And there's no religion That makes your decisions Stack up the reasons The wrong path is treason And there's no religion That makes our decisions