Pti – Icons lyrics

Today, I felt the pain
Poor by common standards
Today, I felt the shame
You change, while I stay the same

Your cross is nothing but wood
Your statue is nothing but stone
Your money is nothing but gold
Your icons are all alone

A life made of chains
We're tied to our posessions
Want, all that remains
We'll never be happy

A world made of clay
We yearn to burn out faster
The rain, washes us away
We build it faster

A life time of living in this world
Whats real and what is imagery
Fall to my knees I hold my head
This white noise please help me, heal me
When everything has died for naught
My mind creates this single thought
You live your life all full of lies
You worship your false icons