Begging The Blind - Bloodlined Calligraphy

Is it our convictions that separate us

The Scene that we live for should liberate us

The eyes that you stare with are sore and searing

The words that you speak I’m no longer hearing

Two lost minds draped in fear, pray for rain to save them

Bury your deceptions, let them slowly die

Burn your deceptions before you wonder why heaven caved in

It is time for you to see the error of your ways

Get on your knees and pray, turn yourself in the right direction,

while you are still in your youth

You must burn these deceptions if you want to see the truth