It seems we've forgotten the important peices,
It's seems we've all switched vices.

A random inquiry: Do you ever think about me, cause I spend a hell of a lot of time trying not to think about you.

Take a bullet for your god, and I"ll show what it's like to really live
I'll open your eyes and you'll see you're beginning to begin.
Your eyelids reflect your mediocre taste for love,
your perseption too deep to let you have some.
I love who you want to be, or who you want to need

Watch my God quickly become yours, as you take a breath and a step in my direction toward, Hold out your hand and be patient for the next passerby, another question and answer game denied, beauty was never your friend, but in my case this was all pretend.