False Freedom

I’ve lost too mant times to see. This crooked cross will never save me Fuck belief, This is reason, We won’t know what is next until it’s gone
I’m glad I’m on my own, I’m glad I’m on my own
I’m happy knowing I’ve got nothing to prove
I’m glad I’m on my own, I’m glad I’m on my own
Alive and knowing I’ve got nothing to lose
I’ve lost too many times to see, this crooked cross will never save me Fuck belief, this is reason
I look to open skies and see, the net of safety tied down on me No more than common myth to help you through the life you live
I’ll put my hands up high, I’m never going to need the burden
I’ll but my hands up high, I’m never going to need to worship
Let’s put an end to this, I’m never going to need the burden
Let’s put an end to this, I’m never going to need to worship
Our guided are given, fed to the sun for all you’re worth without reason
The force-feeding, false freedom. Let’s find the meaning of peace
Let’s find a reason to live