paroles de chanson My Falling Idle - The Weight of Atlas feat. Garret Rapp

I only wish i could be half as pure as you
But the devil inside, is craving too much
And it's only getting worse!

All I see are demons
Hiding behind human skin

(Getting worse!)

Holding up faces
Pretending we are just like them

(Oh, Lord!)
Help me burn them, burn all these demons
(Oh, Lord!)

I will guide you, to the promise land

I lost my beliefs as a child
When i couldn't find, a single joy in my life

But now I'm gifted with sight
Yet I still can't find, faith in all my strife

I can't let them see me, for who i really am
My hopes are drowning, where are my false prophets now?

I'm not afraid to brave, these frozen winds
Claws trembling, why can't i be just like them?

It's only getting worse!

All I see are demons
Hiding behind human skin

(Getting worse!)

Holding up faces
Pretending we are just like them

(Oh, Lord!)
Help me burn them, burn all these demons
(Oh, Lord!)

I will guide you, to the promise land

I talked to god, and i said
I need a way to save all of my friends

When he replied, he made his demands
Worship me, worship no other man
Give me your life, give me all you can

So i knelt before a god is was fake
Bowed my head, and started to pray

It's only getting worse!

All I see are demons
Hiding behind human skin

(Getting worse!)

Holding up faces
Pretending we are just like them

(Oh, Lord!)
Help me burn them, burn all these demons
(Oh, Lord!)

I will guide you, to the promise land

Tonight, we make a sweet embrace
Call out in distress, for those who pray
Oh, tonight we may, just lose our faith
Call out in distress for those who pray

I have abandoned my faith
All that is left is a disciple of hate
I can't take my disdain, that i have for this race

Tonight, we make a sweet embrace
Call out in distress, for those who pray
Oh, tonight we may, just lose our faith
Call out in distress for those who pray

(I only wish i could be half as pure as you
But the devil inside, is craving too much
And it's only getting worse!)