Acrophet

A person thought to be ones own -- its a lie
My presence is an annoyance to one thought to be so kind
Brought up to respect whats right not whats new
Silent gestures accuse my being selfish and untrue
Lost in a Christians ways, cant turn back
Religion is so damned perfect, dragged straight to your grave
Try to prove that Im not bad, its no use
My efforts to defend myself wont bring hatred to a truce
Take the long way to avoid confrontation in my own home
You have religion and I have friends - whos alone ?
Land that shakes and seas that boil
Bad blood has poisoned me, a bitter venom spreads through my veins
Just what he wants to see
Unjustified notions of what he feels is right
All stereotyped views cant break the spell of an old mans world
His ways are his, theyll be that way til his last living day
Break free wont compromise his cause
A hardened shell cracked by time
Old ways lost, new ones born
[ Independence At Its Finest Lyrics ]