Vacant Stare - Prognosis lyrics

rate me

Up to now Gods been good to me

Sad to see

Born into a place I don't want to be

As I grow so does disgust

When I die its long after my trust

With the demons on my back

You gotta take the line, you gotta feel the slack

Cause no ones ever perfect in this fucked up world

You either choose to last or end up on your arse

Well God knows that I wish for world piece

Life deceased

How did it ever come to this

With nothing ventured and nothing gained

Fuck me man it was done in vain

Well all my life I've been fed, fed, fed, fed

With everything my mother said, said, said, said

So who the fuck where the fuck are we lead

I'll tell you where, in different directions

Oh correction

Above all I'm alive I'm sane

With a cross hair eye I will try to aim

Well now there's questions that need to be answered

Hatred passed you stupid little bastard

Another body chucked with a hundred

Another leader has blundered

With all the evol in control

You got to take the reigns you got to show them all

Listen to the heartbeat of an unborn baby and you will see

Just maybe

That as a person you are totally unaffected

By all the things that seem to get connected

And oh fuck when everything has gone

Some motherfucker should see that he was wrong

Well all my life I've been fed, fed, fed, fed

With everything my mother said, said, said, said

So who the fuck where the fuck are we lead

I'll tell you where, in different directions

Oh corrections

Above all I'm alive I'm sain

With a cross hair eye I will try to aim

Stupid motherfucker could have been my fucking bother

Then I'd have to fucking love you and you'd fucking love you back

Will you ever notice just a little grain of sugar

Dissolve in sandy water when you should have notice sooner

I hate you

For all the hate

That you fed

That's now led

What the fuck

have you done

to yourself

GOD?

What God?

What God?

What God?

Fuck gods!

Above all I'm alive I'm sain

With a cross hair eye I will try to aim

Demons come in familiar forms and tastes

Why so sad? We're all on the same track, track, track, track