Our angels, just the devil's disguise
Widowed of life, for lies but not to die
They suffer watching believers cry,
Wishing they could tell you there's no afterlife,
Not this time

But there's no smoke without the fire
No conviction, no land without divide
No cure for the corrupted, no peaceful antidote.
No search for the stranded, we're not lost,
There's method in this madness

It's just another mass production,
Here to poison our outlook
The front seats to the holocaust,
Don't look, don't look, don't look
You listen to the priest with no proof,
You listen to the siren as it gives up on you

You listen to the governing dead,
Why don't you listen to your heart instead?
You've heard it all before,
The crown you wear makes you numb to the thorns
We live in these thorns,
Surrounded by a blood sport culture, there's no where to run
The lies won't take away your pain
There's a chain across the gates
And the skies have turned to grey
They're calling out your name; sign here to keep your faith

March to the sound of the victims beat.
The unforgivable breed.
With the spikes dug in I clench my fist,
Decide what I believe.
The idols of our breed are lost in our deceit.
Our minds on what the hell we might have been,
Our angels boarded in
We'll prolong acceptance with defeat

No sleep for the wicked
You listen to the priest with no proof,
You listen to the siren as it gives up on you.
You listen to the governing dead,
Why don't you listen to your heart instead?

The lies won't take away your pain.
There's a chain across the gates,
And the skies have turned to grey
The masses are calling out your name;
Sign here to keep your faith,
Sign here to keep your faith.