my thoughts run like water, in a kitchen sink,
it's been years since I've heard you,
talking back to me,
heaven is where you make it...
oh no I don't know in what to believe,
dont break my back,,
the evidence is so hard to see,
when I tell you that,
our lives rest in no hands, our hearts just artifacts...
it's time to release us, from your jaded ways,
so we can stand up straight, clean up the mess we've made
i'm my own god, I'm my own savior,
adapt and survive, i owe no favors...
all rights reserved