Undercover Fraud
By: Tyler Ross
It’s how you word it or how you think aloud
We don’t have time to think we’re headed for some clouds
Your faith is based upon fear
A fear of death because the man is never here
As real as the person you see in the mirror
So, tell me who the fuck are you to tell me what is right
Your life lesson plan is from a book of man-created blight
You ask me to believe in someone who doesn’t care
I ask you to look around, chaos is always in the air
We shunned him for logical ways of thought
Never going back to the world’s favorite theatrical prop
Stop trying to preach your hopeless fantasies
When my world ends, no one will point a finger at me
Instead of placing blame, worry about yourself
So quick to judge those who care to think for themselves
Religion is lazy with every answer given to God
We’ve been lead by a con
Undercover as a fraud
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