Zao What Will You Find
What will you find, when you stare through the mirror
into the graveyards of your mind? Where hatred is born
from the ashes of lies, demons and angels blot out the
sky, blot out the sky. You conform your faith, making
your opinion truth, lash out every time someone disagrees
with you. Obsessed with protecting some type of pride is
the cause many a man with gun in hand has died. And his
ghost was thinking as they buried him that night, it was
all in vain, cause everyone thinks they're the one who's
right, the one who's right, the one who's right, the one
who's right. Your face is alabaster and forgotten.
Countless years of wearing masks. You'll be rewarded with
emptiness for staying faithful to the task.
