For every Dead God who worships the living

and every lost Soul starving submission for all

The Tyrants will fall

Salvage the serpent



Born to rise when process seems perfect

it's wrong to all

and your Tyrants will fall



when thy art is hate

I've given it all I can take

it's Undeniable

when my Heart is fake

I've given it all I can break

it's unreliable



An affinity for the Hurt create new Death

and a love for the pain 'til your final breath and what Lies

Behind The lines somewhere in some other time

Behind the Veil obscured by my vision of hell



Dead in the sand proverbs for peasants

to bow on command an all-seeing presence



when thy art is hate

I've given it all I can take

it's Undeniable

when my Heart is fake

I've given it all I can break

it's unreliable



An affinity for the Hurt create new Death

and a love for the pain 'til your final breath and what Lies

Behind The lines somewhere in some other time

Behind the Veil obscured by my vision of hell



For every Dead God who worships the living

and every lost Soul starving submission for all

Behind The lines somewhere in some other time

Behind the Veil obscured by my vision of hell

obscured by my vision of hell

obscured by my vision of hell

For every Dead God who worships the living

and every lost Soul starving submission for all