5 acessos
Life is strange, now we know it's just a game
We seek salvation, lest we face damnation
For the petty ways that comprise just who we are
A shame filled prison awaits us all for being ourselves
Of this you can be sure, an afterlife once more.
So just do as you're told and you can have it.
Oh, how we've fallen from the edge of time
Who designed this paradigm?
It's so controlling as to render us out of line
Disgrace, defined
Grace divine
We're so deranged, all of our thoughts are rearranged
Controlled by forces and faux social causes
In the book of lies, they left us all behind
'Cause we are the many, we are the meek
And we shall inherit the earth
Of this they can be sure, that they can have it
Oh, how we've fallen from the edge of time
Who designed this paradigm?
It's so controlling as to render us out of line
Disgrace, defined
Grace divine