Woorden: Living Sacrifice. Conceived In Fire. Distrust.

How could you know
Running in circles with your eyes wide open
It's not enough for you to hear me say
Things don't have to be, be this way
Mental ascent will give you nothing, nothing
Bitterness can become your epidemic

Don't let it go away only, only you can make this change
Delusion, delusion is an epidemic
Your grip, your grip is firm
Casting words into empty lakes

Would you rather be blind, would you rather be blind

How could you know
Running in circles with your eyes wide open
Your grip is firm casting words
Into empty lakes, epidemic

Would you rather be blind, would you rather be blind
Don't let it go away only you can make this change