If the world keeps screaming I’ll break the night,
I’ll turn it around, I’ll bend the notion.
If the height gets steeper, don’t make a sound.
"Sacrifice yourself" is the name of religion.
Spinning the gears and faking frustration,
while the system fakes a male ******.
Here is your chance to go sour and
I hope you have the guts to walk into this trap;
If nothing is real, or we’re made out of sin,
what is the image of God?
I am not willing to be forgiven,
I am not the victim of your forgiveness,
I am not forgiven, I am not a sinner,
and I’m not a martyr for your God.
I’m just Austin Heath,
dying, and leaving nothing behind,
in the name of no one or no idea,
and not even poignantly.
Just mediocre.