Текст песни The Burning Bush

Hey there, you are a simple design I created your lies Hold on, this is not fair for anyone They all think they are alive This is my immaculate design It's all been planned from the start Your slipping deeper and deeper Destroying all you held Your words are losing their meaning You choose to receive death I grow increasingly weary And I'm tired of this jest Dear god, what made us all deserve this There must be some other way My son, it's far too much to handle Just know I do this in love You see, you are a disposable being Don't fear...life is fake We all exist in the same space