it s like i m pitching rocks aimlessly into the great unknown skipping stones into the widest lake yet no target for my throws and as the water s laying as flat as glass still and silent a sleeping giant unanswered like the questions we re too comfortable to ask no tidal waves or tide to break the shit you ve been spoon fed but have yet to taste built up a tolerance to the system that s in place we re on the edge of darkness no light in sight no future to harvest we ve found no real solutions only outcomes from bad decisions on a crash course we re unknowing what comes of these collisions society continues to regress as we grow older we re busy as slaves to the almighty dollar the corrupt have led the blind they only show you what they want you to find so keep your head down and fall in line no tidal waves or tide to break the shit you ve been spoon fed but have yet to taste built up a tolerance to the system that s in place we re all on the edge of darkness no light in sight no future these self proclaimed modern day saints have fueled the hatred that s construed our faith no matter what you see when you look in the mirror your reflection s still bound by all living sinners we re all just delaying what s become inevitable prolonging the agony of a tired and dying world these self proclaimed modern day saints have fueled the hatred that s construed our faith no matter what you see when you look in the mirror your reflection s still bound by all living sinners