Dead Issue

Blame all the reasons,

A useless hate

Blame what you have to live through,

To make it through the day

I'm sick of your "pain"

Tired of your shame

Your own denial is to lead your decay

The whiny righteous

Not to remain

The blessed and faithful

Ain't to make it through the change

I'm sick of your prayers

Tired of your despairs

Hung on the gallows of your decently "blindfold" ways

You've waited so long, you've forgotten (way down you)

For moment will come to make it worth

For all that you struggle to gain

Will soon turn to be a dead issue

A last reflection

Of your ascent

The house of cards

That soon be broken by the wind

Crowned with high pride

Hollow inside

A phony smile of delight dying on your speechless face

You've waited so long, you've forgotten (way down you)

For moment will come to make it worth

For all that you struggle to gain

Will soon turn to be a dead issue

All your high pride

All your smug life

Destined to be gone

All your delight

All your blind mind

Destined to be gone

Soon we'll turn to dead issue