Encounter the decisions of the children
that cry in the streets of hell
And merrily disabled to bless
the time when Jesus fell.
My disgraceful belief was searched through rumors
My nurturing life was dropped in cold
MY sould was no longer alive
Which the lingering cuts i could not hold.
This mistakes people do
are no longer forgiven
This fortunate summer, this torturing theme
has the possessed power of my spirit within.
Human bodies are tested
we are an experiment
Im not alive. I'm a puppet
some of us are called muppets...
What's the difference?
why do we live? when do we die?
there's nothing for us to be afraid of
We'll just be waiting to be pouring in our depths.
Life in other words is different
Its consulting the air we breathe
Its disabling the water we take
Its... its taking away my heed.
