Impression

It’s the hate you speak, it’s the air you breathe
It’s the preacher’s cries, the audacity
To claim he’s God, he’s mad at me
To claim he’s faithful, a tragedy
What kind of man laughs as he grieves
Where are the tears when the land’s in need
How can you thrive when your lies are bleached
Will you believe you’re not who you deemed
Money’s the problem, money brings freedom
Lies, virtues, and greed have a threesome
Hypocrites claim we’re senseless heathens
Pray for our ways and invisible demons
What kind of man hides who he is
Preys on the weak but uplifts his kids
World’s full of innocent, exploited limbs
We pick and choose our greatest sins
The time I spent in my cocoon
The blood I spilled to rescue you
The heartless things I watched you do
The guilt I dragged with salted wounds
Loyalty is tested, new revelations
Altering hearts to meet expectations
Fears turn into half-truth confessions
Fake personalities for failed impressions
It’s the hope you need, for good luck you plead
It’s the care that’s craved, the rea…