When will you stop listening To the ideas in your head If you keep on doing your will You will end up dead Your mind... has been corrupted Through the conception of your life And you... will keep sinking Until you fucking make things right You are faithless No vitality You are feign No spirituality So insecure So self righteous Your period of existence It is so finite In all your... permanence There's no fucking light Are you afraid... to give up control Are you afraid... of what others may think For the time being Temporarily You need to let go Of your past reality You need to expiate So you can extirpate Your whole character And why you seem so vague You must rectify All of your mistakes Allow something... to lead you in the right direction God, the cosmos... make yourself in that reflection Never seeming to... want to change for the better You are faithless You are pious You are so feign No vitality You are faithless You are pious You are so feign No vitality Until then You'll be in a living hell In your mind Is where you'll constantly dwell