Would there be a sign to save me from my sins?
Can you find the will to fake a bitter grin?
Eyes wide shut and I’m sinking in too deep
Cause I’m stigmatized by all the lesser human beings

Empty shells rising
No disgrace - no remorse
Absently intruding into thought, into mind

Faith is the fuel for your survival

You are condemned to their mockery
Giving purpose to the deceased
Forgiveness I shall grant
In your your defense you must repent

Follow the crossed line
Follow when all senses will transform to logic
Mass consumption of the thirst for power
This illusionary key’s my ticket
To as simulated freedom

A reflection greatly outlived
Seek permission for desires within
Blindly trailing towards the path prescribed
Your free will equals misconception
Bound in chains, never cease to deny
Wicked presence alluringly divine
Fall to make peace with your ill defeat
Stand tall and claim for amnesty

When all senses will transform to logic
Mass consumption of the thirst for power
This illusionary key’s my ticket
To a simulated freedom

In the name of the temple, you rise and fall
Burn the savior to honor the scribes
Silence! Mass has begun
Originality shunned by religion

Faith is the fuel for your survival