Torn to Zero

you depend on one vice to help you through the doubt
confused staring at the door
some how force fed something to believe

now you lie in your death bed
welcome in a new demise
your friends don't matter anymore somehow
don't sell yourself short like a noose in your
friends have left you standing cold

sinner god
what we're waiting for
so long
mindless intake
one thought
safe in your skin
freewill
rethink your life
one thought
hail to the sky
so long
die with some pride
regress
cut down with lies

sinner god
what we're waiting for