Из альбома: Cycles
My faith is my strength,
It’s my way to separate all the things that get in my way
From everything that I’m trying to save.
The things that I believe and everything that I hold true,
Is my driving force… it’s what gets me through.
Stop trying to sell me a lie,
Your ideals are poison.
Materialistic life… is not what I believe in,
…you’re lying… lying straight to my face.
How am I supposed to feel?
You’re talking about truth but you’re not being real.
What am I supposed to say?
I don’t feel that way.
I’ve been a victim, mostly by my own doing,
Now I prey on all the dream crushers who said that I was wrong.
My strength is my faith that things can change,
My strength is my faith and my faith sets me free.
We’re being churched out of our own faith,
Because being saved isn’t being safe,
Be this, buy that… investing in things that only distract,
Go there, marry them… when does it end?
How am I supposed to feel?
You’re talking about truth but you’re not being real.
What am I supposed to say?
I don’t feel that way.
I’ve been a victim, mostly by my own doing,
Now I prey on all the dream crushers who said that I was wrong.
Stop trying to sell me a lie,
Your ideals are poison.
A materialistic life is not my salvation,
Is not my salvation… salvation.