LostAlone do you get what you pray for

Conscience breed out this insurrection
We'll be a race of imitation
As the scourge of every promise
Take the delicate exile away
Lucid you bore the weight of all the world [x4]
Microbe prisms faith surrender
Purge your every broken mirror
Prozac eyes engulf our leaders
Prone enough to waste your every bone
Lucid you bore the weight of all the world [x4]
Do you get what you pray for?
Get what you pray for?
Lucid you bore the weight of all the world [x4]
Do you get what you pray for?
Get what you pray for?