Heaven is not a place on my mind.
I'm just controlled by the other things inside.
God's the only one who can judge me.
I haven't met Him yet so you can take a seat.
My mind is racing, eyes in a haze.
But I'm still controlled by other things.
Born into a world that doesn't feel.
Born into a world that barely seems real.
Born into a world that will never see
the lies in the ways that we live.
My only hope is that one day this world will open its eyes and see.
My only hope is that one day this world will recognize me.
I know what I have to do,
but knowings not enough.
I know what I have to do,
but how do I keep messing up?
Everyday I keep making the same mistakes.
Everyday that I wake I keep making the same mistakes.
Burn the houses that use to be homes
because I'm not living for tomorrow.
Burn the houses that use to be homes
because I'm not living for tomorrow.