we've taken our salvation into our own hands it's no wonder we've turned to worshipping alcohol and *** you see, the Godless are never truly godless we just become our own gods wrap every beautiful thing around your wrists draping like precious stones until it becomes unholy we bruise any purity with our splintered hands raising our empty buildings cathedrals where we all stand we pledge our allegiance to "self" and to flags adopting false idols raising them to be like us until they start looking just like us well, a god just like me would be a fearsome being that god would have killed everybody including itself inheriting my self-destructive tendencies i've built myself up so much in my attempt to feel worthy it's a wonder my spine doesn't snap from all the weight an altar with one too many golden statues adorned wasn't i supposed to be past everything wasn't i supposed to be reborn i guess we're never so far from our mortality that we can truly be safe without our boundaries