Crystallized before me is the call of fragile life or death
A choice to make me right
Or else be as good as dead
Everything was touted as
A chance to start again, a chance to breathe it in, a chance to see
But I'm being blinded by it
I woke myself up this time
To try to expose the lies
And see the truth for the very first time
I kept my voice down low
And my heart far from my sleeve
Forced to fake belief or else be as good as dead
Self proclaimed majestic saints
Say I'm one of them
With the mark on their arms and heads
I haven't joined in with the chants
Kept my flickering faith far from the flame
The flame that claims to make me see
But I keep getting burned by it
Death by belief
Burn for eternity
How could this have ever made me see
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