A Final Idea - Sacred Mother Tongue

I stand on contemplation

Of a faith that rules the world

The countless faces of the millions

Waiting for an idea

So here’s my final idea

As my sins become my fears

Damn me to hell for my dis-belief

Now i’ll seek redemption

Transparent tall stories

Put anger in my chest

Lines of blood that fill my heart

Much stronger than the rest

Though I do belive in chances

Lord knows i’ve taken mine

No I don’t belive in heaven

Least not till the day I die

Won’t believe till I see it

I won’t… I won’t be damned

This is a final idea

As my sins become my fears

Damn me for my dis-belief

Now I seek redemption

Sinners seek acceptance

From a higher cause

I live for myself and me

It’s the faith that suits me more

No I don’t belive in heaven

Not till the day I die

Until I find my own faith I’ll keep singing

These are all a lie