Ground Culture

Your so-called "faith" Your precious path through Heaven's Gates What is the price you'll pay living a life of hate? You focus on the past and Holy Ghost When your fellow man and present are what matters most So sweep your filth under the carpet

All I feel are parasites And all I see are blinding lights They've been brought here to shield your eyes I might be hurt but I can fight, I can fight I can fight Terrified but I don't shake My mind is ready I won't wait These hands hold a story Of ha