The terror of this illusion of peace is its reality
It leads you to a false solution then drowns you in misery
Theres nothing left to gain,  even when you feel the pain
And the gods will not explain,  why all of us will die in vain
I am sick of the illusion that everything will be OK.
I'm sick of your delusion and I refuse to ******* pray
I'm not looking for answers  to these question that I have
I'm won't support your cancer, I rather death than faith, you're mad.
I'm done with the same old **** that you instill at children's birth
I won't be a slave to it a cog to help your system work
Spare me the theatrics all you do is ******* whine
I won't be your answer I won't support your divines
It's takes man to break to find out how to put together
It takes a soul to shake to make it throughall of the fetters
Illusions so pristine when you get your fill you look back at the scene
Delusions fall apart so slowly by the seams
Left alone in the final act
You know you can't make it back
Chaos it drive you to remake your bed
Lay on roses but forget the thorns around your head