Weather Eye

Here in my hands I hold the reason for your pain
Are you done with suffering, are you done with living for their sake?

These saints hold smoking guns
Be wary of their their lust for blood
These cowards have chosen wrong
No more bodies for their war

Turn back, there is no turning back
Walls made of roaches and people of glass
Will you self reflect?
Will you suffer your own fucking torture?

Apathy
Losing faith
Suffering
For their sake

They're watching over
They're watching over you
I know something you don't know
No one‘s watching over you

They've got you right where they want you to be

This is the hopelessness
This is the frail in your bones
Are you done with suffering
Are you done with living for their sake?