Soul tempting religion. Not what it seems. All the heartache, none of the dreams. Blind tears softly weep, because it was a secret they couldn't quite keep. Growing lies, heart hardened. It knows no emotion but despise. This body aches, the mind too tired to fight. The soul knows more than it thinks, but doesn't think it's worth the fight.
Stop giving up, slowing down. Fight the silence, pain. Fight the thoughts giving you nightmares, erase the bad. Know you can make it home. It's not what I expected.