A Past Unknown - Philosophy Of The Dying

I’ll find my way
I won’t give in
Your words head straight for the coffin
It’s not too late to see
We’re taught to think free
You’re just a puppet
Believing everything you can only see
When reason fails to explain the unseen
Foolishness is captivating

Take your speech
You won’t fool me
The wise fail to see their wisdom is empty
Where is the wise?
If the dead rise you would still hide in your futile mind
There’s more that meets the eye

Do you see what they’re feeding?
Another number with no meaning
You’re a puppet in their eyes
To take their venom to everyone
They don’t care who you are
Meaningless with no purpose
Is this what you want to be?
Following the mold of uncertainty?
Not this time

Reject their claims
You are worth everything
Blood is what was paid
To ensure your existence and make you clean
Explain a soul set free
Reality: they’re the puppets, not me

I want to be something
I want to be loved
I have a purpose
I will break the mold
I will never believe
I evolved with no meaning
Strings severed for the last time
Your ignorance will find you out
You’re not pulling me into your void theories
'Cause in the end I guarantee
This isn’t the end for you and me