Death in the air today
I'll watch it from the safety of my hood
The first cold sunday
Earlier, the parents prayed
and the children never understood
The brow of old men shows concern
the denial of eternal return
To the alter the candle will burn
and all their stomachs will churn
Your blind faith, I envy
Today I bet you'll see me
with your eyes filled with pity
And I'll assure you, soon I'll be free.
Miles down the road is my alter
made of rock, covered in moss
I'm a mistake, a falter
I'm the side of the coin you didn't know about
then to the air you toss
Where will you go
When where I am is unknown
I'll be home.
Atoned.
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