Sanoja: Kicking Howard. The Auburn. Hypocrisy Kills.

I stand on my own
Broken down
Am I loser enough to join the church?
We're all the same
With choices to make
While realizing there is no other way.
Pharmaceuticals can't mend your soul
Just dull your face.
And your sins remain aflame.
My eyes tell the truth
I'm dressed to kill.
Hypocrisy kills
And I'm guilty.
We're all the same
Choices to make.
If I am a vessel then here is your question:
Where is your faith?
"Oh death, where art thou sting?"
I believe