Things to get off my chest
Who dubbed you better than the rest?
All i've got is nothing to believe in
They say he talks to you know who
Refuses a word with me or you
Playing fools; come on. bend the rules
Wisdom and fortune, not easily obtained
Will my donation push it through?
Justice, fuzzy not blind
Penicillin or poison
It's mold with the power to heal or rot society
Selling crutches; big business
I've used them myself
Self anointed, fake it ‘til you make it strategy
In the black robe
Searching for salvation
In the black robe
We trust our fate
Can you feel the pressure, piecing it all together?
Subject to change
I see yon views as strange
In the black robe we trust our fate
Feel peace in the pieces i have tom
Your faith is speculation
I sec through skeptic eyes
I'm seen through judging minds
Your mighty dues to play
This worthless strategy
Subject to change
I see you views as strange