Old earth burn around me
The death may wake me up
Why should i suffer for them?
For what is was they who destroyed what was given to us
Rip my memories from my skull
I can't take the feelings they provide
This didn't take away my life
But inside me everything died.
I know i will never find peace,never rest.
No seeds grow in the graveyard gardens
Planted for a journey to a land that is 'blessed'.
After a life of commitment in case he loves you less.
This has led me to certainty that the light above was never lit.
What kind of world would make it's creator too scared to step foot in it?
What kind of world would make it's creator become the coward to end it all?
We were all just passengers
From the birth of creation
Until it ceased to exist.
I've searched the sky's offerings
In hope that faith is what i'll see.
But all i've ever seen of the heavens,
Is when they were falling down on me.