Sylosis Empty Prophets
Spit the truth out
Cast it aside
I see you constantly bleeding the blurred lines
Stand offended
Cry wolf again
I assure you we aren't the same
Yet our veins flow with the same soured blood
Shallow words from apathetic heads
Nothing more than empty prophets
I see a world tearing itself apart
And those who wish to profit
It's not the sentiment of your speech
But there are holes in the words you preach
I know I'm not a better man
But I can smell bullshit when it's in front of me
Yet our veins flow with the same soured blood
And in the end
All it comes down to
We want to hear a voice echoing our own
Something to take our minds
Off our empty lives
To know we're not really all alone
Stop searching for glory
You are your own obstruction and ruin
Stop searching
You'll find nothing
Nothing behind those empty eyes
This illusion you hide behind
Is your broken axe to grind