Sacred Mother Tongue A Final Idea
I stand on contemplation
Of a faith that rules the world
The countless faces of the millions
Waiting for an idea
So here's my final idea
As my sins become my fears
Damn me to hell for my dis-belief
Now i'll seek redemption
Transparent tall stories
Put anger in my chest
Lines of blood that fill my heart
Much stronger than the rest
Though I do belive in chances
Lord knows i've taken mine
No I don't belive in heaven
Least not till the day I die
Won't believe till I see it
I won't... I won't be damned
This is a final idea
As my sins become my fears
Damn me for my dis-belief
Now I seek redemption
Sinners seek acceptance
From a higher cause
I live for myself and me
It's the faith that suits me more
No I don't belive in heaven
Not till the day I die
Until I find my own faith I'll keep singing
These are all a lie
