THE GREAT MAYBE

Always a symptom of your great disguise.
Cloaked in great beauty, You've no where to hide.
Bleed me great truth, When epiphany dies.
Everyone's searching, So don't waste your time.

Don't waste your,
Don't waste your time...

I've searched out truth that your religion hides.
No path to heaven and no way to climb.
Proofless, Indifferent, I realize.
Soon The Great Maybe will blind both your innocent eyes.

Don't waste your,
Don't waste your time...