The anger for you, I won’t let go
Far beyond our world you led me to believe, but revealed to be nothing but smoke and mirrors
My subjection and self-slavery, for your well-written lies
The fear that you embedded haunts me so, but waking to your fabrication
For so long I feared my death, as I didn’t know how I’ll be judged
But now I truly believe, God’s not dead, He’s just another illusion.