He knows no shame and takes no blame
this simpleton sees everything
never afraid to use his pride
he's only satisfied to point out other's mistakes
his tradition is old
the family
his faith a handhe wears them on his sleeve
hisonce had the gift
morale and values left under a christmas tree
this image in his grandparents eyes no guns
no rape
no drugs in empty gaze
his vacent soul is pale and blue
no end
his crow's feet are a vision of defeat
sick an tired of the meaninglessness
the irrationale
he's desensitized
his every need and emotion
a cup half empty
but full of euphoria
his searching for the lightswith in the dark
to swith his routine
to find a reason
to find faith and piece of mind
when one to many beliefs die
it's though to see through these black eyes
everyone forgets
everyone forgives
everyone is true
and noone here will lie to you
he knows the truth
he knows the truth
disregard what you've learned
to find faith in piece of mind
all of their gods died with his piece
here nothing's certain
I should know him that heathen's me.
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