Ghosts of existence
Cultures abandoned
Secrets of folklore
Weakness on display
Bleed out the truth, the blood lust of time,
Cure for the chosen, death for the swine

In sculpted repose, their face screams of fear,
Of bones turned to glass, throats cut to the ear

I'm the voice of God
Everything you're not
Eating out your conscience
Religious rot
Regardless of knowledge, guided by the priest
Bottomless agenda, untruths are what you speak
Trapped in pages, there is no way out
Your weakness is what I claim
I'm the bottom feed

No love
Can save you
No hate
Can kill you

Tell me something meaningful

Drag another life into sunlight
Pray another day would turn out right

Looking for answers for a life lived in denial
Finding solitude in razors breaking skin
Another victim of the wal

In defense of fragile minds and helpless souls
Too young got react
Force fed lies that feed
Into your filthy plans of indoctrination

Feast on the fears of youth
Prey on the weakness of mind
Hide your claws in plain sight
Indoctrinate

Pray for life while preach