False Ideas Of Perfection

Bloody Sunday

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    I will never believe
    This is all we are meant to be
    Too many unanswered questions
    For a world with all the answers
    How can we rely on us
    When we don't know
    Who we are
    Or why we are here

    When you look to the sky
    What do you see
    Does your mind go on
    Forever or are you lost
    In the limitations
    Of human frailty
    The weakness of our eyes
    You think you've seen all
    It but really you've been blind

    I see my father looking down on me
    I feel his presence in the air i breathe
    Communication is a source of corruption
    Impress false ideas of perfection

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    I won't let you cry for me
    You think my faith is built on ignorance
    I am not blinded by humanity
    This world plays home to the godless

    Your ambivalence guides you
    You will die in your sins
    Change your ways
    And fall away from this creation
    We near the bitter end

    You spent all your life
    Living in denial
    So what you haven't murdered
    Faith isn't judged by works alone
    To earn your place
    In the kingdom of heaven
    You've got to separate yourself
    From this world

    I will fight
    Til your tragic end
    To defend my king
    I will lift
    Lift his name up high
    For all to hear

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