Immolation Of Martyrs, And Men

Burdened by the world, too weak to deal with life

Bow to show your love, bow to show devotion

Drowning in the sickness that vomits forth deceit

Fear not what is said, but fear what you believe

Ravaged by their words and into their open arms

Like thieves they'll steal your mind and use it to control

An endless sea of faces, an endless sea of loss

Take your place in line and serve them until the end

Do you think you follow greatness

Do you think you follow the divine

Do you think you are the chose

Do you think you are the few

A genocide of faith

The faithful wait their turn

Just like slaves...hand in hand

Just like ghosts...souls in hand

You take their lives

You take our hearts

You have no shame

You shake the world

Dramatic stage

For your own gain

You say you're men

We know you're cowards

You pitiful fools

The true strong remain

Just like slaves...hand in hand

Just like ghosts...now you're damned