And I just don't know what to believe in
When nothing has substance or reason
In each changing season
There's only time retreating
The past stares at me teasing
A time at once pleasing
I'm a fucked up human being
Unsure of why I'm breathing
Hold on to your teachings
There's no rapture in freedom
Behind my mind, a sensation's creeping
Telling me to go find some place to fit in
This is no world to find peace in
So what's the point in deceiving?
Buy in/sell out to religion
Tell me, is your heart still beating?
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