Billion Dollar Ceramic Jesus

Like a billion dollar ceramic Jesus
I sit upon this valley's peak
The walls surround the ground beneath us
And the weight makes my legs grow weak

A decision made has been repeated
As the eyes fall prey to the passing hours
The title is to be called or beaten
And my eyes are wicked and sour

A lord is made up when we're feeling lonely
We're kept in order and easy to spot
Our prayers are useless like a weight on me
But at least we're distracted before we rot

Our lives and choices, they all matter not
Our lives and choices, they all matter not
But at least we're distracted before we rot



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Brock
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