Drawing Dead

I can’t control it,

You’ll never notice,

What you can’t see will never be in the open...

It’s just a campaign

Of non-believers

They cannot wait until they’re facing their master...

I cannot face it,

You’ll never know this,

That I am faceless and in need of an anchor...

It’s just a new strain

Underachievers

Are waiting for us by the true disaster...

What you try to say

When you are afraid

Is a choice you haven’t got...

Once you start to pay

Fear will always stay

Then you know He’ll never come...

I’ve always known that

You couldn’t hold it

So what you feel is just a curse on the rising...

it’s just a new stage

Of evolution

So now the Lord has fallen down to be broken...

But I will never know

Just what it really meant

As long as it is slow

I know I’m really spent