Fade

God is a cruel con artist

Behind his walls

The puller of strings

The maker of fate

Infernal tormentor of lies

We have distorted his image

The savior for all

Line up to meet him

If you can't stand at all

The blind the meek the weak

Can all fall in line

Waiting to meet him

Their maker so fine

Smells like burning gold

New testament of old

Save my petty soul

O bringer of dark

Can I be empty

Alone

He is depressed

Everyday he would like to go

Away from you

Get away from me

If that's what you're into

It will set him free

Shameless, sick artist

Inflicting death upon the earth

Rotating painful ride

Sticking me with pins

Leaving me a wanting need to escape

Im fine

Its okay

Just let it all

Fade