all your gods new and old are dead flying over our heads on a fraying thread/nyour golden age is through soon we’ll all be on the same plane as you/nbeen walking through us on stilts/nout of sight, unmarred by guilt but I can see you growing weaker/nthe scales teeter/nyou’re falling from the sky/none at a time/nyou can’t hide your crimes forever/nthe line between you and your lies can’t be severed/nyour trade’s shading our eyes but the scum under your boots is poised to rise