[00:33.57]I once heard my mother say that heaven isn't really so far away[00:39.78]But recently somethings changed in me and I know this will kill her but I'll have to disagree.[00:48.80]Because I've grown tired of the stained-glass and ceiling tiles, prescription pills and the blind faith trials.[00:58.57]It's genocide in a different style.[01:05.76]I won't ask for forgiveness.[01:09.60]I won't ask for forgiveness.[01:13.66]I'm no longer afraid.[01:19.80]Because I've found faith in myself and the people I love.[01:25.07]Not through medication or forgiveness from above.[01:29.25]Left in the dark with no divine light.[01:32.82]Only helping hands and my own will to fight.[01:36.47]With experience we unearth the roots to grow.[01:43.20]At one point in time our rope ends or unwinds and leaves your mind tangled and closed.[01:54.55]Role searching, it's what defeats and mangles most.[02:00.40]But what keeps your heart soul surfing lends to living on as ghosts.[02:11.69]Maybe we're not all living in hell but we've been conditioned to live in a prison cell.[02:19.77]Hide me from whatever concept this instills or hang me from the rafters of this people mill.[02:27.44]Death is an architect.[02:31.17]It's shaping days and taking names through heart attacks and common disconnects.[02:44.11]And at least I can say I'll be ready for it.