STACK UP THE REASONS - STONE

He said that I'm wrong, I think he's right
Machiavellian psycho archetype
Now we are stressed, now we're compressed
Dopamine addicts nonetheless
Molded in steel, the cold never feels
And one of these days we should puncture his wheels
The darkness of time enters his mind
A kingdom become is no longer alive
No longer alive
Stack up the reasons
The wrong path is treason
And there's no religion
That makes my decisions
Look in her eyes, disgust and despise
The family's toxic from all the lies
Nothing is clear except for the fear
Sprinkled upon them from out of near
With eyes like coal, he speaks with no soul
In light of the fallout he must have control
Inside the mind, he searches for a sign
Whether this venture is worth their time
Is worth their time
Stack up the reasons
The wrong path is treason
And there's no religion
That makes my decisions
Stack up the reasons
The wrong path is treason
And there's no religion
That makes your decisions
There's no religion
That makes my decisions
There's no religion
That makes my decisions
That makes your decisions
That makes my decisions
Stack up the reasons
The wrong path is treason
And there's no religion
That makes my decisions
Stack up the reasons
The wrong path is treason
And there's no religion
That makes your decisions
Stack up the reasons
The wrong path is treason
And there's no religion
That makes our decisions