Prognosis Lyrics - Singles - Vacant Stare

Up to now Gods been good to me 

Sad to see 

Born into a place I don't want to be 

As I grow so does disgust 

When I die its long after my trust 

With the demons on my back 

You gotta take the line, you gotta feel the slack 

Cause no ones ever perfect in this fucked up world 

You either choose to last or end up on your arse 

Well God knows that I wish for world piece 

Life deceased 

How did it ever come to this 

With nothing ventured and nothing gained 

Fuck me man it was done in vain 

Well all my life I've been fed, fed, fed, fed 

With everything my mother said, said, said, said 

So who the fuck where the fuck are we lead 

I'll tell you where, in different directions 

Oh correction 

Above all I'm alive I'm sane 

With a cross hair eye I will try to aim 

Well now there's questions that need to be answered 

Hatred passed you stupid little bastard 

Another body chucked with a hundred 

Another leader has blundered 

With all the evol in control 

You got to take the reigns you got to show them all 

Listen to the heartbeat of an unborn baby and you will see 

Just maybe 

That as a person you are totally unaffected 

By all the things that seem to get connected 

And oh fuck when everything has gone 

Some motherfucker should see that he was wrong 

Well all my life I've been fed, fed, fed, fed 

With everything my mother said, said, said, said 

So who the fuck where the fuck are we lead 

I'll tell you where, in different directions 

Oh corrections 

Above all I'm alive I'm sain 

With a cross hair eye I will try to aim 

Stupid motherfucker could have been my fucking bother 

Then I'd have to fucking love you and you'd fucking love you back 

Will you ever notice just a little grain of sugar 

Dissolve in sandy water when you should have notice sooner 

I hate you 

For all the hate 

That you fed 

That's now led 

What the fuck 

have you done 

to yourself 

GOD? 

What God? 

What God? 

What God? 

Fuck gods! 

Above all I'm alive I'm sain 

With a cross hair eye I will try to aim 

Demons come in familiar forms and tastes 

Why so sad? We're all on the same track, track, track, track