LostAlone

Do You Get What You Pray For?

Conscience breed out this insurrection
We'll be a race of imitation
As the scourge of every promise
Take the delicate exile away

Lucid you bore the weight of all the world [x4]

Microbe prisms faith surrender
Purge your every broken mirror
Prozac eyes engulf our leaders
Prone enough to waste your every bone

Lucid you bore the weight of all the world [x4]

Do you get what you pray for?
Get what you pray for?

Lucid you bore the weight of all the world [x4]

Do you get what you pray for?
Get what you pray for?