Bloody Sunday – False Ideas Of Perfection

i will never believe

this is all we are meant to be

too many unanswered questions

for a world with all the answers

how can we rely on us

when we don’t know

who we are

or why we are here

when you look to the sky

what do you see

does your mind go on

forever or are you lost

in the limitations

of human frailty

the weakness of our eyes

you think you’ve seen all

it but really you’ve been blind

i see my father looking down on me

i feel his presence in the air i breathe

communication is a source of corruption

impress false ideas of perfection

i won’t let you cry for me

you think my faith is built on ignorance

i am not blinded by humanity

this world plays home to the godless

your ambivalence guides you

you will die in your sins

change your ways

and fall away from this creation

we near the bitter end

you spent all your life

living in denial

so what you haven’t murdered

faith isn’t judged by works alone

to earn your place

in the kingdom of heaven

you’ve got to separate yourself

from this world

i will fight

til your tragic end

to defend my king

i will lift

lift his name up high

for all to hear