Dead Inside - Dust Bolt

Another episode of violence

Conducts of inner war

Foreseeing death for us to call

But god won’t sit and wait for us

Won’t wait for you to come

God ain’t knowing that you were born

Tossed in the tale of conformity

We are monsters feeding insanity

Awaiting death to set us free

I’m your dirt and I’m your pain

A circumstanding lack

Trying to quest what is real

Do you really have a conscience?

Do you have a soul inside?

Can you really dig the power

To be living dead inside?

Dead inside

Can you really scratch the surface

Without knowing what we truly hide?

Do you really have the tolerance

To be living dead inside?

Dead inside

Another epilogue of providence

Trust?

Nevermore

Awaiting death to shut the door

No god will come to care for you

And won’t reach out his hand

'Cause God is dead

I fuel the day we are withering away

And our newborn souls grow into decay

Crying out what we couldn’t say

I’m your dirt and I’m your pain

A circumstancing lack

Learned to hide what should be said

Do we really have a conscience?

Do we have a soul inside?

Can you really dig the power

To be living dead inside?

Dead inside

Can you really scratch the surface

Without knowing what is deep inside?

Do you really see the purpose

That we’re living in a dead lost time?

Can you really dig the power

Without knowing what we truly hide?

Do you really doubt the evidence

That we are dead inside?

Dead inside

We are dead inside