Lyrics Nihilist - Skeptik

Stand in question
Fallen mortal
Stricken being brought to end
Is this purgatory that you've created
A system of justice, all pretend

The end in form is nothing and yet still we fear
To be which we know not of
Nor do we know where

You don't have to save this soul
You don't have to save this soul
You don't have to save this soul
You don't have to save this soul

Is there hope in your redemption
Twisted mortal, flawed and scorned
Living without fear of omniscience
Your judgement has been forewarned

The end in form is nothing and yet still we fear
To be which we know not of
Nor do we know where

You don't have to save this soul
You don't have to save this soul
You don't have to save this soul
You don't have to save this soul

A life undictated by fear of what will come to pass
Defiant of an overbearing stark hypocrisy
A wolf-ish roar amidst a silent, sheepish, crowded mass
A streak of imperfection, fallen from conformity
A life undictated by fear of what will come to pass
Defiant of an overbearing stark hypocrisy
A wolf-ish roar amidst a silent, sheepish, crowded mass
A streak of imperfection, fallen from conformity

The end in form is nothing and yet still we fear
To be which we know not of
Nor do we know where
The end in form is nothing and yet still we fear
To be which we know not of
Nor do we know where

You don't have to save this soul
You don't have to save this soul
You don't have to save this soul
You don't have to save this soul