Album: The Disease (2011)

Searching For Solace

We are all sat on the edge
Figure it out ! Figure it out !
The meaning of it all, the meaning of it all
Making our pledges to whatever it is we believe in

Searching for solace in books and skys
To me it aint comfort, it's just all lies

Cheap tricks and twisted crimes
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not out to scrutinise
I'm just saying you should all be a bit more wise, a bit more wise

I'm on the edge and I'm feeling free
I'm alive that's everything to me
With air in my lungs
I'll write my own destiny

And even if you were real
I wouldn't believe in you anyway
I know what you are
You're a liar, a snake, you're a coward
That's not a god to be proud of
And even if you were real
I wouldn't believe in you anyway

I'm on the edge and I'm feeling free
I'm alive that's everything to me
With air in my lungs
I'll write my own destiny

You thought you got away with it
Because if you're fucking real
One day we're coming for you
You better hide

You're a coward