True Religion (Remaster)

My day will come when I cease to exist
Cuz I'm so sick and tired of all you hypocrites
Yeah nirvana will be mine, personal eternal bliss
But if I said that I was gassed you'd take me to a therapist

I'm on the list, no schindler
Hear the skys erupt like I'm at a live show watching Inja
Don't read the bible; you'll be in denial
Fear, death and hellfire turn you into cinder
Every verse I read I could feel the attrition
Heat burning in my head like tires sliding friction
Five years old feel like I'd been smoking on cali
The clouds form in your mind make those cult freaks so happy
Somewhere in my brain I can still feel the damage
Ignore the signs and signals scattered 'round the planet
Turn time into reverse, sometimes I wish I could
Or be six feet below instead of six foot four above

My day will come when I cease to exist
Cuz I'm so sick and tired of all you hypocrites
Yeah nirvana will be mine, personal eternal bliss
But if I said that I was gassed you'd take me to a therapist

Arrive back home, see a visage of my face
Shatter it into pieces, mirror turned to disgrace
Image of my creator staring back from the floor
Plays on and on in my head a glassy encore
These crazy ideals need to stop being passed on
Turn your backs, I promise no one's tryna pull a fast one
For my lineage promise I will be the last one
Cuz these scrolls and scriptures they belong in the past, son