As The Light Fades (Skeler Remix)

As The Light Fades (Skeler Remix) - Skeler/DEVILISH TRIO

Lyrics by：Daniel Louis Johnston/Nicholas Gage Beasley

Composed by：Daniel Louis Johnston/Nicholas Gage Beasley

Well this is only speculation

But the world might burn

Away any minute

I've failed to separate

The difference between

Fact and what's fiction

Where is my mind

You all are puppets that

The government holds imprisoned

You can't move on unless

You pay the officials

Just let it go

We'll soon dissolve into

The earth like the rest of 'em

Giving space to the pestilence

If we fight the infection

It stays the same

We look to god but all

We're left with is negligence

Religion sits on a pedestal

Ignoring the peasants created

From devils that don't exist

So where is the light

It's intentions are evil

And now my people see through your lies

Mane times' a wastin'

Inclination tends to bury the hope

I've been craving

I think I'm bound to drive

Your brain to the pavement

And muscle on

This is the zone it's dog eat dog

Then your gone with the seasons

The taste of war I find it sweeter

When powered by lethal forces

It's important to remain

In your circle

Stay in your lane and travel

Close to save your morals and purpose

So shade the curtains

Won't let me live

They will never just leave me be

All the **** I see in

Mainstream makes me sick

And not wanna be apart

Of this planet no more

If intelligence is out there then

They laugh at us like fools

There's no point to even compare

Empty lies from our leaders start

The crumble of a nation

Trust is now a question as

The government keeps wasting

All our hard made money in some

Fight we have no place in

Need to bring it back on home

And get that money in circulation

But look closer still we have

A lot to learn in our

Species as a whole

Tensions building everyday

As opinions start to grow

Everyone now has a voice and

They all wanna make it know

Stirring **** within the pit

And trying to spite our own

They say there's hope for my future

If I just bow to uncle Sam

Why do I need your permission

To make money in this land

Take a cut of what we make and

Just pretend that nothing wrong

Tell me face the music kid

You better obey and move along

Something ain't right if

I'm going hungry at night

All these bills they keep stacking

Up and the presser is gettin tight on

My mind it feeling like a punching

Bag to these suits

Demoralizing the subject just

To mold them to their views

Fear the master of puppets that holds

The strings they suffocate

Cut me free so I can leave

I take no part in what they make

Try to paint a perfect

Picture of this planet

We call home but all

I see in our people is just

A bunch of selfish drones