Blessings - The Armed

Bow

To its will

A presence in your mind

You take the pill

No conscience

Mind’s ill

No favor

Or goodwill

They built a house of lies

Upon this hill

Reigning on down from high

This soulless shill

No conscience

Mind’s ill

No patience

Or free will

Lies

Peace of mind

Free of sin

Denier, denier, denier

Abide to every rule

That they wrote for themselves

Now

Uproot this hill

Undo their subterfuge

Deny their will

Our longing

Their hate

Our victory

Their shame

Ride

There’s no need for guilt and

There’s no need for shame

Take the blame off of yourself

And throw it away

It’s everyone else

They’re holding you back

Or maybe you’re really scum

I’d bet