O' Ye Of Little Faith....Are Safe

O' Ye Of Little Faith...Are Safe

Problems Sprouting Inside Me,
Like Branches Of A Newborn Tree,
Fuelling My Devotion,
Devotion To Emotions,
Growing Within Me Violently.

The Suffering Of Your Life,
The Ease Of Your Death,
The Misconception Of Life,
The Lies They Told You,
The Fool They Made You,
And How In The End You Died.

You Stood By Your Faith,
And Now Look Whats Left,
A Shallow Empty Hole,
The Deceit You Were Filled With,
Until The Grave,
Will Never Corrupt My Soul.