Through Colored Lens
What decisions we make
That lead us to great expeditions where we can't relate
Not even going to exaggerate, the world is a big lake
As we drown one by one
Others killed by crimes with a gun
Sometimes it's father against son
We can't go on world tour
If we're stuck in the middle of earth's core
Downsized and hypnotized
Wake up and recognize
We need to stop falling for satan's lies
Life's beautiful array
Is destroyed by sinners that can't stay away
So all I do from day-to-day
Is pray, pray, pray
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