Disbeliever
I have never been so exact. Depraved yet irreverent, modified.
To this I am non-caring, non-understanding
silent stone to all the lies.
Raping the words of a billion voices,
grinning at the agony.
Their absent eyes, staring in disfigure.
I'm not dreamless because you sleep
(I am) slipping away from the grasp
of the misled, decaying flock.
I am the derision, I am the despise
(I am) the disbelief.
This is my indifference, this is my disgust
(this is) my disbelief.
Seeking lore in all this cowardice
keep your icons of hypocrisy.
They call us legion for we are many
I'm not dreamless because you sleep
