The Dissent

There is time but there's really no space

between anger and hate

religion and fate



Coming up on a crossing ahead

there's a choice to be made

it's forbidden to stay



On the road to the promised land

cause I can't pretend

I don't fear the end

I'm on this path just to make amends

no matter how it ends

I just can't pretend

I'll find my own way back home again



I'm a puppet in a bucket of strings

they're tied to my limbs

and they're keeping me in



There's a dent in the common belief

that there's a plan for us all

So we smile as we fall



For all I know it's all a mystery

This quest for hope

and eternity