Testo Fire or knife The Amity Affliction

Fire or knife

why are we even breathing?
if the only reason to exist
(is to stare skyward and put my hands together)
then why am i even here?
to serve a myth
(and carry these burdens on my chest)
as it caves in and free will gives way to
the guilt of lost and misinterpreted verses.

i can't see the logic in falling to my knees
where is the logic? there is no logic!
i was blinded and inducted
(into a world that has no meaning
no basis for belief
and now they wonder why i'm seething)
i'll spit this in their faces
and burn their false pretences
(on which they stand
the pulpit burying our youth)
beneath the tides of callous sands
no room to breathe, oh
no room to breathe

in the chambers of your guilt
under a cross and devils gaze
while you sit and wait to die
there'll be no god
in the cold night sky

theres no god who can hear you
theres no god who understands
(who understands
regrets too often haunt us
again and again
sometimes it seems so hopeless
but we cannot give in
when all our best decisions
prove us wrong
and when we're only waiting
for goodbyes
we've already given in, given in
we've already given in given in
we've already given in,
we've already given in, given in)
but we're never giving in

there is no god who can hear you
just a sky full of stars
the same stars you will be wishing on
when death comes to call on us
call on us