Shallow Believer

Dead saints, shallow believers,

all fakes the best deceivers no love for the broken

hearted just a broken road for the dear and departed.

Dead saints, shallow believers,

all fakes the best deceivers no love for the broken

hearted just a broken road for the dear and departed.

You're just a coward with a crutch lube and leach burned

all that you've ever touched walk with me I'm born

to lose forced to walk a mile in cowards shoes no sleep

in heaven for this life. This is the hell I choose

dead saints all slaves. Just get a clue you fucking

crook, you fucking crook

dead saints, shallow believers,

all fakes, the best deceivers.

No love for the broken hearted.

Just a broken road for the dead and departed

Dead saints, shallow believers,

all fakes the best deceivers no love for the broken

hearted just a broken road for the dear and departed.

there must be a better way to draw rest to these withered

eyes. Other than a leap from the edge for a cowered

in disguise and I'm confused as to why you all look

so fucking surprised that id rather cast this body

to be washed out with the tides my mind it runs deeper

than the darkest of oceans,

and these thoughts and feelings should have been locked

and never been opened and they say the only thing to

fear is fear itself, I believe the only thing to fear

is ourselves and after everything is all said and done

there can be no remorse no compassion for the monsters

we become. for the monsters for the monsters for the monsters we become.