Crackled is the paint on the children's faces
Blown like glass from the heat of an atom bomb
While over here reality's in cultural paralysis
Oh come on baby Gabriel, blow me back to genesis

My lord you've been such a place of understanding
That's why I turned around to make it easier for stabbing
Phobias saved for my failures to carry me every bit further
Though mother father let me take a chance to never move forward
Let me take a step back and say

I don't believe in anything sincerely anymore
My mind's a brothel and my faith's become the stinking whore
She would say to all you jaded lovers
Memories dissolve when their reverence is cowered

Bless you I've said so many times sarcastic
Thank you I've sang when my gratitude was plastic
I'm just one klonopin from snapping
I'd rather sink the ship as captain
I'm much to far from land to know
Where the anchor's landing

I've forgotten what the monuments meant
And I've forgotten the time on prayers I've spent
Didn't you say that you've always prayed for me
Because I'd like you to know I'm feeling
exactly the opposite these days

Why did I fake sickness, til I caught the disease with

Overbearing second fads, warlords, sleeping giants,
the publicists and tyrants, political truants and rapists
lobbyist and court cases, obesity and racists

Bad words, sinking stars, biblical wars, crashing cars,
scripted reality, but the news station acts as if it was the
latest issue of soap digest magazine

But when the blood of our men
Runs thicker satisfying few
Who cares of the rivers
Who cares of the oceans
Who can define a trench anyways

Ignorance makes us forgot that these children of wars
Are becoming currents in a growing flood rushing
gallons and gallons of bloodshed

Numbers, mathematically have proven probability
But where do my chances fall when my fears
draw shackles on me
Now my failing nature is reliable as it's foresight
What's the point of this age of experience
In this short existence we're given

I don't want to dance, I hate pep rallies
Hail to the sheep who keep on smiling I once, once
Wanted to join in any one of their melodies
Celebrating every good time, celebrating the days of their lives
Celebrating every chance to sleep, celebrating the right time to eat
Celebrating a love so hollow, celebrating it by the volume
Cherishing empathy as opposed to apathy, maybe enjoying a party
Then sitting in the back, quietly drinking
Celebrating every good time, celebrating the days of their lives

I don't believe in anything sincerly anymore
My death's expected, my drinking just ejects me
So let me say to all you jaded lovers
Memories dissolve when their reverence is cowered

Shockingly I've come time and time again to pray for a sign
The truth is I haven't given a shit in a long time