To lose hope and faith
I feel like everything I could hold onto is crumbling away
The only worthwhile thing we can do with ourselves is to cease to exist
To become a sadist is liberating

It's also damning, to lose the capacity to care
Numb inside, I've made myself this way
Horror stories I've lived
Travesties I can't forgive
Redemption holds no space for me

I am a failed attempt at abortion
A savior fallen from grace
Cast out for my inability to heal myself
Don't look to me for answers
All I can do is question

Truth is like smoke blown away by the wind of ignorance
We won't see what we don't want to believe
Our religions shape themselves around our needs
Worship the dog that howls in his lust

At least he holds no duplicity
The shape of the new world molded by technology
Brought about the death of spirituality

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