Countless hours, turning into, countless days
a doubtful outlook...
Digging from my grave, that's my home actually
sick and angry for no reason at all
falling into manson's thrall...
Charlie's stare will draw you in
a god reborn? a total clown?
now the truth...a five-six joke?
or was he the one?
i can't change the exposed truth
god is gone, and never was, never will, never has been
Thoughts prevoke, a disgusting sight
if this is real? or a chemical life?
Digging from my grave, that's my home actually
sick and angry for no reason at all
falling into manson's thrall...
Charlie's stare will draw you in
a god reborn? a total clown?
now the truth...a five-six joke?
or was he the one?
i can't change the exposed truth
god is gone, and never was, never will, never has been