Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Adolescent Musings on Religion and Blogging

From the poets at Godsmack:
You're always hiding behind your so called goddess
So what you don't think that we can see your face
Resurrected back before the final fallen
I'll never rest until I can make my own way
I'm not afraid of fading
I stand alone
Feeling your sting down inside of me
I'm not dying for it
I stand alone
Everything that I believe is fading
Eh, I am probably enjoying a second adolescence.