KnowClarity - Reversed

I know I said that life could always be worse
But the same would be true if I just put it in reverse
Cause life could always be better, instead it's the ride in the hearse
Delivering you to your demise deep under the dirt
You can try convince me that I'm wrong, but it won't work
I know I'm cynical, withdrawn, and a little bit burnt
So tell me why do we suffer and long for a purpose that doesn't exist
Till the day that we die, it's over that's it
Faking won't be easy
Pray I'll dream, but no one hears me
Wake me from this daydream
Nightmares chase me
I don't believe in an afterlife, don't believe in a god
There's too many to choose from I know that I'd probably be wrong
So what is the point in hoping I can beat the odds?
Cause to me it is pointless and it seems to be a grand façade
I might be losing focus
On what the greater picture is
People are killing over other people's differences
The world is on fire and ignorance is limitless
I guess that it is bliss when you're oblivious to see who the true villain is
But there's too many to count
And isn't god omniscient? Destined is it? I'm breaking it down.
Set up in his vision, from the start and to finish,
Then sin is a synonym for the written imprisonment this seems to be
And since my story's pre-written, I should have no choice or decision,
A voice, an opinion, so clearly free-will is the image so close but out of reach
So after counting sheep under this wall of sheets, I'll dream about it? Doubtedly
Faking won't be easy,
Pray I'll dream but no one hears me
Wake me from this daydream
Nightmares chase me
I wouldn't go out sound asleep
You can dream all about these fallacies you vow you need to keep
Your values and beliefs doesn't matter without us having peace
Based on a convoluted message wrote down for all us to preach
On live TV we watch you flee from people in the churches
A new prophet for every week bringing heavier burdens
I'll take caution and ever-creep, selling my soul to these serpents
Just keep walking, forever reap, knowing it's all predetermined
As if we deserve it, so close to the surface, my breath gets cut off
Stuck between this heaven and hell, all the havoc can fuck off
But at what cost could you salvage a sinner washing suds off
I'm calloused from this earth and I'm so lost
You can try convince me that I'm wrong but it won't work
I know I'm cynical, withdrawn, and a little bit burnt
So tell me why do we suffer and long for a purpose that doesn't exist
Till the day that we die, it's over that's it
I know I said that life could always be worse
But the same would be true if I just put it in reverse
Cause life could always be better instead it's the ride in the hearse
Delivering you to your demise deep under the dirt

Written by:
Lauren Johnson, Owen Cloyd

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