Artificial Christian - December Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

When I think of your love I am truly alive
My eyes look to the skies
And I pray they never die never fade away, like fireworks on the fourth of July
Artificial I'm 1/4 of a pie living by faith only the fortune cookies a lie
And I just got word from my guy that his brother's locked up he need to purchase a tie
And tomorrow's never promised you can't purchase the time
We think we're gods on our own but that ain't per the design, we think we're gods on on our own, we think it's Going how we call it (call it)
Till the tragedies in Vegas, Newtown's in the papers let us know something wrong it don't matter who the mayor Is!
Presidents or Senators, man they ain't gonna remember us
Climate change is real because our sin broke the temperatures uh!

Thinking back going as far as I remember
Walking alone in my coldest December's
And I can't do this on my own, I can't do this on my own!
I can't do this on my own, I can't do this on my own!

Kneeling at the bottom
Knuckles scraping on the ground feeling super sonic
I ain't got a ring
Phone down for the count
Frazier Ali
In the red since the blood covered me, debt so deep
Uncle San and Fannie Mae messin up the sheets
Long ledger no Heath
RIPeace
Cold Streets, Sweet relief is what I need
No rest for the weary 'less the burden at his feet
Carrying the world!
Call me Atlas in the streets
Am I mappin' or I'm mopin'
Can you show me what I need?
And all these land marks leaving scars on my skin
Burnin like the burden lactic acid in my muscles now my stomach working eating my attention moment by Moment and hoping that I make it the morning
Mercy for the nomad!
I ain't got a lot of breath left
Pray for direction cause the cord and nation half mast!

Thinking back going as far as I remember
Walking alone in my coldest December's
And I can't do this on my own, I can't do this on my own!
I can't do this on my own, I can't do this on my own!

All of my days seeming to merge (uh)
Blessing and a curse (uh)
Amon having his diapers and Azalea having her purse
Submerged because the way it works it doesn't really work
Provide and having family time, no time for family hurt
My wife says i'm a part time dad, but I'd rather to be part time than having to scarf down trash
I'd rather have things than having to walk round mad
Having to walk pass dreams having to walk that path
I'm ready "Kakarote" Vegeta but it doesn't produce
None of the righteousness-uh God i'd rather crawl in a noose
But it's suicide! I'm through with pride and selfish pursuit!
And you say no more than I can bare, Lord do what you do, Lord do what you do!

Thinking back going as far as I remember
Walking alone in my coldest December's
And I can't do this on my own, I can't do this on my own
I can't do this on my own, I can't do this on my own