GREY MATTER

Never a lack of confusion in matters.

The strings we attatch leave us hanging from rafters

Even blind eyes can see truth in the patterns.

Sickly sweet demons chase in to the life after.

The righteous father you pray to is just a poor bastard.

Alive only by faith, damned the unholy master.

Even the coldest of hearts fear the fast coming rapture.

Selling imaculate dreams, yet clothed only in tatters.

Craving insanity for I am the mad hatter.

Imortality trumps all, unless death comes faster.

Searching forever, only to leave this world sadder.

Where do we all go? and why does it matter?