you smoke-screen with your judgemntal words.
but when the air clears you´re just a scared little child.
you smoke-screen, but your fearful inside
that god does´nt love you
you let fear run you wild

(chorus)

when someone is wrong you write them off
never give a second chance
what if god had been that strict with you
and destroyed you without a second

you smoke-screen with your angelic face
you look so holy, but you´re struggling inside
you smoke-screen when you point the finger
cuz no one´s looking
to see you problem with pride