The Grace....The Grace....

A deadly passion
Is different. Than the purity.

We tried to change. Oh we tried to change.

And those who wished for it to remain the same.
Were they being selfish?
Either way. So was I...

Another misled
By the fortune of illusion
When I say take care.
Do it for everyone.
Not for yourself.
And the light will find you looking for,
Whats in front of you.

Coming to a point
inside yourself
I destroy the impurity
And do it williningly
Knowing my father prefers my anger
To the illusion.

And this preference
Is a pure desire
That forms all of this.

Yes. It's not about you.

We fell
We fell

But if we weren't scared
Where would the problem be?

The fall from grace.
Left those scared.
Who didn't repent.
And the strength leaves your mouth
Upon your surrender
To the lack of.
Giving.

The grace
The grace.
You will never see....
With the mind set on accomplishing selfishness
And you know its ugly...
And its not about you.

So yes celebrate. The fashion of the times without regression to denial.
Then you can have, the whole world.
Without the ugliness of human weakness....
Because the surrender was to a superior force.