Letras
Forged under the crown of thorns
Fabricating a paragon
Of divine decree
Projecting an illusion of eternal life
If followed stray your eyes in
The direction in which these empty words are uttered with great promise
For behind the cross they operate in silence
While you kneel before
The sigil of the nailed in dread
Paradigms shifted injustices
Decreed evidence of foul play
Swept under the rug
Circle of deceit apostles of
The flesh rig the faith of the meek
Consume the sleeping pray on display
Those submerged and sworn to oath of sleep have relinquished
Their eyes to not see beyond
The walls of their doctrine
Sold on the word of Charlatan Ministries
Trapped in the grip of their submission
As hymns of salvation serenade you into the perpetual dream
Unconscious to reason
They sleep on the truth
Dreaming of eternity
Attained to turning a blind eye on reality