Addicted to the lie Dec 25, 2017 3:41:31 GMT 1
Post by true2u on Dec 25, 2017 3:41:31 GMT 1
Addicted to the Lie
When projections are what you see
I play the character that is not me
too afraid to be myself
you might not like me and I have nothing left
afraid, fragile, and shy
don't look too close you might see the tear in my eye
can't get off this roller coaster alive
now I keep playing the game just to survive
a life with empty and meaningless pursuits
it has cost me to become an industry prostitute
I sell illusions,
from clothes to lyrics of mass confusion
pretending that I am so deep
but my soul is restless and my spirit weeps
trying to grab hold of what I can't keep
I have the black card; they count the sheep
When I was given an opportunity to speak
my inside had already died now I am a clone
I keep wondering where did I go wrong?
Repent and let your mind be retaught by the Master that came to give you life.
This Christmas your presence will not be found under the tree, but the tree was the place where the light of the world was nail cause you and I couldn't escape Hell. Will you finally unwrap the gift of eternal life? Don't die and let these same trinkets be given to the next...