The Truth About Demigods

How can you tell
A broken man
That they're god?
With curling spine and broken hands

I bought a bottle of the truth
It's bitter
Blindfold your mind
It is the truth
It's winter

In the quiet of
We dig graveyards from
Paralyze, emotion from
We need motion
Yeah there's no motion
Not knowing why
So we despise
Others for their faith
And misfortune
So we recognize
We're demigods inside

I bought a bottle of the truth
It's bitter
Blindfold your mind
It's the truth
It's winter

We bundle up
Our feelings
And it's too soon
To admit the truth
Of what we've been through

We're lesser than divine
Diluted deities in time
We're lesser than divine
Diluted deities in time

God damn
I hate you so much
At least I learned
To love myself

I bought a bottle of the truth
It's bitter
Blindfold your mind
It's the truth
It's winter

We bundle up
Our feelings
And it's too soon
To admit the truth
Of what we've been through



Credits
Writer(s): John Schuler
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