In this land of the pious
Deceiving one of small mind
Controlled as if - as if the devils tools
I see a horizon - the
armies align
Prey upon the weak - twisting their feeble minds
riding down - a sickend sort takes the reigns and
dominates
[CHORUS]
Pray to your hands for salvation/bend your cross to fit your ways
We are a species beaten by
ignorance
Misguided fools lost in a shell
An open eye soon extinguished
the blind lead the blind
as we chase our
death
I believe - in only myself/the dark shall grow/in the end
