Imitation of Christ Who am I deceiving when I place my trust Devotion saved by mysteries, two thousand years of rust If evil is the enemy, dish it out in spades Crucified, now you decide just how this world was made
Meditation on the death of all I think and feel Behind a wall of solitude, who can see what's real Vanity's a poison pill, you fail at every turn Glorified, you can't decide, and now you'll never learn
I can feel the desolation, chaos in my soul
Promising a new beginning, still I lose control So they say that my reflection pales next to you How can I trust myself to see it through with you
Everyday, a new temptation, something I can't say Trusting my imagination, blind in every way Would you say that I'm a thief for imitating you Why would you even trust me if I do, should you