Tekster: Unbroken. Blanket.

born into the plan of making me
believe or making me decieve in the faith
I was raised twisting their devoted goals
by bending true history slowly slipping away,
away from my belief blind
faith in which you conceive so called divine,
never appealed to me
never question what was taught
cling to the righteousness which you got holding
the blanket of serenity falling away from sincerity faith will help us
it will save us nothing you could ever do could change the way I feel
help us save us help us save us from ourselves

I see no heaven, I see no hell
I just see us, just us
cling to the hope that it exists
falling further with every prayer
you whisper it won't save it won't save you.