The pressure like a vice grip to the temples
But the source is invisible and internal
I question why I ever believed a single lie
And sacrificed so much of my life
There is no room for learning, questioning just leads to burning
The sins of a finite life means that eternal torture is justified.
Bound by blind allegiance to a being whose teachings of forgiveness contradict it's followers lives.
I've questioned everything that I once believed
And the only answer is to keep on questioning.
And all the truths that I'd held inside
Were nothing more than the thoughts of a brainwashed child.
I'll be fine here on my own
No need to kneel before you on an imaginary throne.
I don't need the divine defined
Through the interpretation of another man's eyes.
Draw the lines and divide
Scientific fact from the divine
And cast aside those question in their minds
Then vilify
I'll be fine here on my own
No need to kneel before you on an imaginary throne.
I don't need the divine defined
Through the interpretation of another man's eyes.
I can see through my own
I'll question every belief that I hold
To make sure that they are my own.
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