Beautiful Stories For Ugly Children

There is doom in the words of the fallen
blinding the minds, of the young
there are truths in the lies of forgiveness
fall down and worship the sun
fall down
Inspiration
A storm is coming, to hell with redemption
save yourself and hear the word of the fallen
A storm is coming, to hell with redemption
Inspiration

Command meant nothing to me
My loss is not crossing the sea, on my feet
You baptised me don't you see?
I choose not to believe.

I can't ignore, your lack of intellect
Inspiration comes and goes
Hindsight's taught me,
some kind of self-respect