Ripping and tearing and losing my bearing
and fearing i live each day in vain.
Here's to the long lost hopeful and their blind desires
burning midnight oil spreading wildfires.
The choice is made, the line has been drawn,
there are those that rest and there are wide eyes through dawn.
So here's a toast to throwing caution to the wind
pushing the limits while our luck is wearing thin.
There's no excuses just the fire in my eyes
remain convicted fuck compromise.
Sacrifice, our whole life, we're birds of prey.
We're blazing trails so we won't fade away.
Sacrifice, our whole life, we're made of steel.
We are warbirds and we aim to kill.
Submission tastes so bitter that it burns my tongue
so i continue climbing ladders with cut rungs.
i chose my path and it's the price that i pay
that the one's i love the most are the first to run away.
"Worship Syndrome"
In this world of smoke and mirrors, we're all the same, snakes and sinners.
Get off your knees and open your eyes, don't let the blind lead the blind.
We play our part in this charade, line us up in the deceivers parade
celebrate false kings and queens, and their paper dreams.
Everyone wants to be holy, I'd rather be loved.
All your greatest fears, fall from the sky
for you heaven is promised, but i don't know why.
Everyone wants to be holy, id rather be loved.
All our greatest fears, crash through the floor
for us, hell is promised, and that's why I believe no more.
i sit with my head in my hands and wonder why, this is how it has to be.
Life goes on for everyone while I'm fucking grieving.
This is a dedication, not an empty celebration of kings and queens, paper dreams
this false love and worship is the real tragedy.