Lost in words of those who came before
casted as the truth in legends and stories
In this day all the make-belief run lives
hanging on the words of those apparent sprit men
Now still begging for the truth, an answer to hold dear
a hint to the mystery of life
Chorus:
So many times I’ve told you
so many times you’ve denied
If I tell you again,
would you truly listen?
There’s no mystery just fear
Depending on the wisdom of others who’ve been sent
selected words they use to keep the order
In holy robes they mislead the mind
to make it think that there is a dept to pay
On a never-ending day, you’ll be free from the chains
from this vengeful hypocrisy.
Chorus x2
