I let go cause your world was spinning me backwards
How's a child to know that your truths were a lie?
Now it seems I've been deemed the backsliding prodigal son
But I don't mind, cause you're nothing but a hired gun
Truth be told from the lord I never received a damn thing
No blessings, no miracles, promises and the second coming never came
You may say blasphemy but how can you see when your eyes are blinded by faith?
The substance of truth you hope for, well it feels a little fake
And now I guess I'll burn in a lake of fire
Burn in a lake of fire
Burn in a lake of fire
I guess I'll burn in a lake of fire
Burn in a lake of fire
Burn in a lake of fire
Burn in a lake of fire
