Reaching for, a gratification, Shed through for solution, Inject and plead, for confirmation of paranoia, Reading through lines, for false pretence, Have you not realized, you haven't yet broken the surface,
Annunciating discord, With an err and stutter, Disseminating falseness, With a cruel agenda, Praying on a blind hope, For the sake of none, You cannot prevail (x2)
Holding back, the progress of the self, By diluting with absurdity, Not gating with skepticism, is the route to obscenities, Falling down on these ridiculous notions
Reaching for, a silent appreciation, of your gospel to your truth Whichever it may be, seems it cannot be reasonably seen
You see, once we have broken this need, these deceits you shall no longer bleed
You have held back, the progress of yourself But those that took a grain, did not look in vain Are leaving you behind, Not gating with with skepticism, is the route to obscenities, You have fallen on your ridiculous notions