A Turn of the century, the ground bleeds, with red blood turned black. Soot smears the filthy faces, of the children waiting for salvation. A fixation on the useless, the stagnation, a tragic misconception Hope for a day never coming, the mind strays, until it has faded away
Crowd every numbing crevice. You wont be safe inside You have been proven guilty This will be rectified There is no gain in failure Their lives are in your hands You yourself made those choices Now justice they demand
Heathens swarm ruined churches, desecrating, once proud Steeples The congregation has been tainted, mutilated, from what it once was Deserted pews fill cathedrals, like a needle, they Steal life until dry Hope for a day never coming, the mind strays, And you are the cause
Fools, the shibboleth shall destroy you for change you are afraid End, Hell is what awaits it will encase you