Mentally pushed to the corner
Free falling until they catch
Hate chained to disbelief
Faith no one recalls

What is justice?
Can it be done by feeling the gun?
What is moral?
Well I don't fucking feel

Call it disease, Call it release
Call it whatever you want
I will deceive, I will delete
Myself

Can't see the glitter right now
Can't kill the beating heart
I'm sorry I can't take it
Thank you for being there