How the freedom we had turned us up as dead men

Underoath-Too Bright To See, Too Loud To Hear


Good God, if your song leaves our lips
If your work leaves our hands
Then we will be wonders and vagabonds
They will stare and say how empty we are
How the freedom we had turned us up as dead men
Let us be cold, make us weak
Let us, because we all have ears
Let us, because we all have eyes
Good God
How they knew that this would happen
they knew, they knew that this would!
We’re so run down
Good God Can you still get us home…
How can we still get home
I’m not dreaming
We’re forgetting our forgiveness






I screwed up.again


Please Allah.Hear my voices
my pathetic voices.

I am not strong enough for this.

I knew that.In life, I always do have choices


neither correct.or mistake


Yes.I do always choose the wrong path.I always disobey Your words.Orders.


Im sorry Ya Allah.I always do always forget my forgiveness.

I only just find You when I am in a dead meat.trouble.the one who i had dance together all my entire life.


I know Allah is Almighty.the death is sure.the apocalypse is true.Heaven.Hell




but why i don't have so much faith in You?








Fate.Does this is a fact of my life?



or this is what that they call consequences?






forgive me