The New Cult King

In That Dream
I recall Pieces of Prisons Im Escaping
In The Next Big Religion
I do the cross thing
Whichever way the wind blows
Your mind in time Im nine our lives
Unwide we find the wine red
Or White like the days fade away
A cloud of smoke blurred eyes
Your always Brighter in the daytime
You fight it after Midnight
It Just seems to me
Its Such a joke
Every new walk through life just inherits Crhist
You Should have to prove something first
Prove Something First
Prove something
Your A Godfiend in that Dream
I recall Pieces of Prisons
Im Escaping From a black hole
I craw I crawl Beneath My halo Emanating
The only Proof You Need Is that
You Know & todays Ways Divine
Right Brainwashed Overnight
You Shouldnt Have to lose something first
Lose something your a godfiend
The new cult king
Yeah doing the cross thing
Cant you see why im still wondering if there is a dog?
Search for signs to light the path
Show me the saviour
Send a glimpse to glance & renew my faith
Emerald meets the oceans blue
In a shade of grey
The general Knows not what to do
As Tears run down her face
Nails through her hands&feet
On this cedar grave atone for sin
Can this be can my soul be saved
All alone i think to much
Need to believe in something real
Dont need this crutch because it just decieves
Cant you see why im still
Search for love or war
To restore disorder
Challenge me once more
To hold my head above water
Drowning quick
Flooding soaked through my lungs
Judgement day
The verdicts in
Seems the jury is hung