Death's Disciple - Innate

Well I have said it before, there ain't nothing new no more just
Different iterations of things that already exist
You want to be unique, so does everyone
were nothing in the end
Just like a fly flying in the sun, to disappear without a trace

Into the fabric of time and space
Why do they care about
Save face for your faith
Eternity will come either way, heaven or hell
If they're real, then immortality awaits

Written by:
Paul Zimmer

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