One

They know not what they do

All our lives in view of prisms

Sometimes this music is for me, what religion isn't

I still believe in God, but think we in control of living

And we won't know what's good or bad until the angels singing

Still stuck between capitalism and other isms

Still stuck between what I know for sure and what's on television

Scared that if I go then they won't really notice that I'm missing

Out of all these choices, remembrance isn't my decision

So here I am, just a man, bare my soul for all to witness

We'll see fire, brimstone at one point, but first I get my hits in

All the doubt and envy through the years, did some harm to me