Seven

You are a phantom without a host.You are the victim of a ghost.You're not the fallen,they made it to cut you down.You are not the sinner,they just tell you that so you will stay.They are not the pious,it's all a facilitated to the superior.he's not your God.While you pray down on your knees,we stand up straight and see right past the blindfolded message.Straight to the golden idol you've made of a lie.It's an empty sky to which you testify.Save your savior for someone else.Open your eyes,It's not a path I'd ever take.I'm sorry I chose reason over irrational beliefsto satisfy the nature of needing to explain everything.Liars all of you, selling products that don't exist.Look what you've done to us.Fuck you all;you are destined to burned.