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letra de disillusioned - to the hopeless

[verse]
i think know a thing, a thing or two about god
‘cause after all, i read about him in a book
and i can quote the words and argue verses with the best of ’em
and did i mention, i’m in the sunday club?
i don’t ask questions–that’s an unwritten law
i only break silence to give, to give the preacher applause
i keep my eyes to the ground, my lips sealed and keep moving along
i only open my mouth long enough to eat the bread and drink the wine
i’m just a sinner, i’m doomed to mess it all up
but i can cleanse my consciencе sacrificing everything that i love
you ask mе if i struggle with doubt, i’ve got a broom and a rug
yeah, there’s a hill under my carpet, but i don’t need my god-bubble popped

[chorus]
but what if all the self-proclaimed prophets are wrong?
what if they’re a choir of wolves making us sing along?
now they say i’m dangerous and the narrow road i fell off
they tell their congregations that i am just another lost cause…

[verse 2]
so i keep it quiet, whether i like it or not
’cause i dread the outcome if my brothers really knew what i thought
just gotta keep this smile on for this 2-hour spot
but i don’t know how long i can hold up this facade
and i wonder what would happen if i just said, “f-ck it!” and stopped?
‘cause i’ve been burdened by their crosses for most of my whole f-cking life
and every time i’ve ever loved and been loved, i’ve had to sever the ties
in the name of loyalty to another man’s perspective of god

[chorus]
but what if all the self-proclaimed prophets are wrong?
what if they’re a choir of wolves making us sing along?
and now they say i’m dangerous and the narrow road i fell off
they tell their congregations that i am just another lost cause…

[verse 3/outro]
you think you’re in the house of god, but your temple’s a wolves den
yeah, you smile big when i’m around, but your fangs show through your sunday grin
you try to hide the blood of the broken, but it drips down your chin
and i’m done keeping quiet as your fangs pierce through my skin

- to the hopeless

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