Synapsyche

Self-worship Doctrine

Synapsyche


You eat the apple of sin
After your first breath of life
Baptized without will, judged without crime
Dazed by an altar
Anesthetized by mannequins
You are slaves of others' amused bullshits

All in his name
A word is just a sound or a sign
A waste of life
Searching for the own decay

Pray yourself inside
Worship yourself ‘till you die
Make up for lost time
Become what you needed
Become your destiny
Raise now from these lies (realize, realize)
Ascend yourself as divine
Take control of your life (realize, realize)
You are your own evidence
Your own sacrifice

Every time you look up
Every time you fall on knees
Poor of thoughts, bereaved of experiences
You equalize your naive acts
You move afraid with your ethics
A puppet-show entangled in mere rhetoric

Your God is electricity