moulded like clay
I've lived in comfort
I've been guided this way
it may be right
it may be wrong
but i don't know for how long
we're all left waiting
answers we have to find
searching for peace of mind
I'm scared that I'm falling behind
the choir raises its hands
as we fall in decent
all thank the lord
and move into repent
twist my finger
break my heart
none of this makes sense
time wasted or
time well spent
an old book misread
only a fraction of truth
everyone's a priest
i feel like a recluse
you've got to scramble
through the shit
to find a piece of gold
don't believe everything that
you're told
my futures uncertain
I'm done asking questions
don't waste your time on me
I'm pushing these boundaries
I'll find out myself
i believe in him not you
a life lived in fear
or a life lived in faith
sees the coming of a new age
a story set straight
how many preaches does it take
to see what hands our fates in
waiting for the end but for now
we're all left waiting
Epitaph Records will be matching all pre-orders of “Always Foreign” with a donation to The Immigrant Defense Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 28, 2017
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