Fallen from Your Grace

I live on the fringes I'm a social disease I spit on your conformity You push me to extremes This burned out hell of humanity Doesn't care if we live or die Every day we wake up again We're goddamn lucky to be alive I've fallen from your grace and you're praying for salvation (Save yourselves) Questioning your faith and you're crying for liberation (Nothing else) I'm not the one to blame for this hypocrisy You're blinded by your blasphemy Beneath my smile is a chip on my shoulder A growing distrust For the world I thought I knew Everywhere I turn it seems The people grow colder Marooned on islands of isolation Waiting for the revelation