Waiting from Funerary by Pulling Teeth

a genius ploy to maintain control, reward so great you’d sell your soul
two-thousand years and still you wait, the hook is set with the perfect bait
like a carrot at the end of the stick, the promise of eternal salvation
lead the way and they follow, forever waiting on the impending return
still they’re waiting, they’re still waiting for his return
how much waiting can you take before you learn?
always waiting on the coming of the messiah
he’s not coming, now be damned all crooks and liars
the time has come, the chance was missed, humanity has been dismissed
it’s up to us to save ourselves, no way but up cuz this is hell
take control of your own life, stop waiting on man’s biggest lie
no savior is coming for your soul, find faith in self because you’re on your own

• Punk
• alt-country
• hardcore
• indie pop
• pop punk
• Baltimore