Portraits of decay....
Necrosis: The death of an organ of your body
Accusing; neurotic hearts of men call for death

Many die never knowing that there's more to life than loving only lust
Never turning from the animalistic pleasures of the hedonism they trust
Realize - great pleasures do exist in the service of our Father
Crawl across the planet in our vain, wanting existence
Always on the lurk for a new form of amusement.
Have you never stopped and thought, "There's more to life than this....'"

Is there anything else' Or do we just kill time until we die'
Life wasted away by a philosophy that keeps you from the light
Agnosticism, another philosophical axiom
Hide behind the assumption that you can't be sure of God

Is this a portrait of your own life
Portrayal of a mindset not unlike your own'
You say, "It's my life," and you'll live it that way
I tell you what I've painted is a portrait of decay
You may not notice, blinded to your state
The life you now live has only one prognosis:

Necrosis. Your heart left to die in your sins
Mere existence; you spiritually unborn must awake

Is this a portrait of your own life
Portrayal of a mindset not unlike your own'
You say, "It's my life," and you'll live it that way
I tell you what I've painted is a portrait of decay

Many die with a heart grown cold and lifeless from loving only lust
Never finding a meaning for this life, only killed what time they had
Realize - a heart that's left for dead will only take your life away
Don't you know your worth' A God has died for you!
Crawled inside a man called the Son of God
Suffered unto death, and rose, to take your sins away

Is there anything else' Or do we just kill time until we die'
Life wasted away by a philosophy that keeps you from the light
False religion, you just keep moving through the motions
Hide behind appearing you have a faith in Him.

Is this a portrait of your own life
Portrayal of a mindset not unlike your own'
You say, "It's my life," and you'll live it that way
I tell you what I've painted is a portrait of decay
You may not notice, blinded to your state
The life you now live has only one prognosis:

Necrosis. Your heart left to die in your sins
Mere existence; you spiritually unborn must awake