Dead Issue

Blame all the reasons,A useless hateBlame what you have to live through,to make it through the dayI'm sick of your "pain"Tired of your shameYour own denial is to lead your decay The whiny righteousNot to remainThe blessed and faithfulAin't to make it through the changeI'm sick of your prayersTired of your despairs Hung on the gallows of your decently "blindfold" ways You've waited so long, you've forgotten (way down you)For moment will come to make it worth For all that you struggle to gainWill soon turn to be a dead issue A last reflectionOf your ascentThe house of cards that soon be broken by the wind Crowned with high prideHollow insideA phony smile of delight dying on your speechless faceYou've waited so long, you've forgotten (way down you)For moment will come to make it worth For all that you struggle to gainWill soon turn to be a dead issue All your high prideAll your smug lifeDestined to be goneAll your delightAll your blind mindDestined to be goneSoon we'll turn to dead issue