I wonder, how many 'Smiths' there are in hell?

Spilt dreams
Falling beams
Splitting seams
All that means,
Broken teams.

He's taken what was promised to me
And now I'm going to take it back.

Like the new day
You change along with it
Our differences mark us
Religion, our great divider
Standing, but not together
Falling apart behind the smoke.

The answer to seek
Is buried in lies
And suicides.

Something Else to Hide Behind

I've created another smokescreen
And we hide behind
Laughing to ourselves

They can't see us
We hold together
Hand in hand, heart pulling heart

Embraced in our sin
We hold too tight
And have forgotten how to let go.