Vacant Stare - Prognosis Lyrics

Up to now Gods been good to me

Sad to see

Born into a place I don't want to be

As I grow so does disgust

When I die its long after my trust



With the demons on my back

You gotta take the line, you gotta feel the slack

Cause no ones ever perfect in this f*cked up world

You either choose to last or end up on your arse



Well God knows that I wish for world piece

Life deceased

How did it ever come to this

With nothing ventured and nothing gained

F*ck me man it was done in vain



Well all my life I've been fed, fed, fed, fed

With everything my mother said, said, said, said

So who the f*ck where the f*ck are we lead

I'll tell you where, in different directions

Oh correction



Above all I'm alive I'm sane

With a cross hair eye I will try to aim



Well now there's questions that need to be answered

Hatred passed you stupid little bastard

Another body chucked with a hundred

Another leader has blundered



With all the evol in control

You got to take the reigns you got to show them all

Listen to the heartbeat of an unborn baby and you will see

Just maybe



That as a person you are totally unaffected

By all the things that seem to get connected

And oh f*ck when everything has gone

Some motherf*cker should see that he was wrong



Well all my life I've been fed, fed, fed, fed

With everything my mother said, said, said, said

So who the f*ck where the f*ck are we lead

I'll tell you where, in different directions

Oh corrections



Above all I'm alive I'm sain

With a cross hair eye I will try to aim



Stupid motherf*cker could have been my f*cking bother

Then I'd have to f*cking love you and you'd f*cking love you back

Will you ever notice just a little grain of sugar

Dissolve in sandy water when you should have notice sooner



I hate you

For all the hate

That you fed

That's now led

What the f*ck

have you done

to yourself

GOD?



What God?

What God?

What God?

F*ck gods!



Above all I'm alive I'm sain

With a cross hair eye I will try to aim

Demons come in familiar forms and tastes

Why so sad? We're all on the same track, track, track, track