You talk about a master plan where faith and violence go hand in hand
Keep holding on to all of your easy answers
You fantasize about mass destruction like a whore in love with her own reflection
A dying world is the key to your salvation
You can never see within me
Or understand the words that I speak
You want to take it all away
I defy your trite conventions
I abhor your moral lessons
I want to throw it all away
Guided by the spirit
I don't want to hear it
The sun sets tomorrow
Will you see it?
Steal my soul
Take its toll
Unholy
Poetry
Guided by the spirit
I don't want to hear it
The sun sets tomorrow
Will you see it?
Steal my soul
Take its toll
Unholy
Poetry
You question why we all exist while we must be born from the serpent's kiss
Do you believe in all of your easy answers?
A death and god entwined so tight in a sick embrace that sees wrong from right
Set your clock to the end of our existence
You can never see within me
Or understand the words that I speak
You want to take it all away
I defy your trite conventions
I abhor your moral lessons
I want to throw it all away
Guided by the spirit
I don't want to hear it
The sun sets tomorrow
Will you see it?