Imitation Of Christ

Who am I deceiving when I place my trustDevotion saved by mysteries, two thousand years of rustIf evil is the enemy, dish it out in spadesCrucified, now you decide just how this world was madeMeditation on the death of all I think and feelBehind a wall of solitude, who can see what's realVanity's a poison pill, you fail at every turnGlorified, you can't decide, and now you'll never learnI can feel the desolation, chaos in my soulPromising a new beginning, still I lose controlSo they say that my reflection pales next to youHow can I trust myself to see it through with youEveryday, a new temptation, something I can't sayTrusting my imagination, blind in every wayWould you say that I'm a theif for imitating youWhy would you even trust me if I do, should you