Heathen

don’t preach to me, don’t pray for me

I don’t want the responsibility of your people

Don’t hope for me, don’t lie to me, like I don’t know where I’m going

hope for humanity is gone, same for religious angelic souls

sympathy for our damned spirits don’t worry me none

and I will not cry about what was will never be

faith, in what? in whom? it doesn’t even matter

to me, to us, don’t you see how purposefully blissful ignorance

in a world how it seems the party never ceases in the night

as the heathens dance to die