Axiom - A Means to an End

afraid i'll believe in wrong i've sown my eyes
the beating of the heart should be a crime
do what you do to make ends meet
while blind to those crushed under your feet
your mind is a muscle, don't let it atrophy

your tongues will dig your trenches and your graves
to conform to standards is the way
there's no vaccine for our disease
you've got to kill the infant to preserve the fetus
does belief in God make him believe in us?

i think it's time you broke your bread
drink the wine and rest your head
chew the lie and spit the truth
because, my friend, the end will be here soon

with the skin we're judged
without the skin we're cold
i refuse to play the pawn
in this chess game anymore

sucked into the winds of change
they leave a path of torn remains
why is hope so hard to find
an eye for an eye, is this why everyone is blind?

i think it's time you broke your bread
drink the wine and rest your head
chew the lie and spit the truth
because, my friend, the end will be here soon

so settle your own score
and miss the obviousness once more
it seems we're all just passing through
so what does your life mean to you?

we created a light that overshadowed the darkness
it spills onto the sky and drips the color of the sun
the endless fields have end and the tree of life is dead
a cloud of dust rolls in to bind the night and day as one
life rises to the surface and comes crashing to the earth
created flesh and blood, now we're ash among the dirt
the few are left to rest and wonder what it all was worth

i think it's time you broke your bread
drink the wine and rest your head
chew the lie and spit the truth
because, my friend, the end will be here soon

so settle your own score
and miss the obviousness once more
it seems we're all just passing through
so what does your life mean to you?

when everything is lost
we'll try to pump some life
out from a dry, dead world
and look to a burned up sky

it's our means to an end

we're our means to an end