What if everything we've ever worked for meant absolutely nothing?
All the struggles, the hard times, the blood, sweat, and tears?
All for what?
A simple chance for freedom?
A light at the end of the tunnel.
Living through someone else's life.
This should be for you not for some false hope of epiphany, not for some false reality.
Like the blind being led into darkness.
The masses crumble at your feet.
What for? A chance that you'll be heard?
Cowering in silence at the hands of wrath.
Was it really all worth it? When conformity's all you got, I guess the next best thing is salvation.
You're no savior, you're no saint. Since when is being forced a commendable act.
From birth we live these sheltered lives. Disease is shoved down our throats everyday.
Those pearly gates don't seem so glorious in the eyes of a sinner.
All the struggles, the hard times, the blood, sweat, and tears?
All for what?
A simple chance for freedom?
A light at the end of the tunnel.
Living through someone else's life.
This should be for you not for some false hope of epiphany, not for some false reality.
Like the blind being led into darkness.
The masses crumble at your feet.
What for? A chance that you'll be heard?
Cowering in silence at the hands of wrath.
Was it really all worth it? When conformity's all you got, I guess the next best thing is salvation.
You're no savior, you're no saint. Since when is being forced a commendable act.
From birth we live these sheltered lives. Disease is shoved down our throats everyday.
Those pearly gates don't seem so glorious in the eyes of a sinner.