Alternate Sickness

Fallen blind to the righteous truth
The path you take, I walk t in shame
A vision fainted, cold and misplaced
I'm obligated to my proud youth

My weakness is feeding you
My alternate sickness
Will be your doom
There's nothing more
For your little mind to be
Just another branch
In their universal tree

Greet the one that will God is true
There are no answers,
There is nothing new
You won't feel pain if you
Can't stand straight
Hide your fears under layers of fate

Change won't come overnight
Still I chase the moonshine bright

Know me first then do me wrong
I will be king when you are gone

Your acts, your being, your very core
Otiose lines in a play
That repeats itself and lets you stray
I pray for you to the gods of war