Face; worn rictus grin
Take our every sin
Paint our dreams with fear now
Saint; the blood runs back down
To earth
Time takes it's place like gods or kings
As beholder
Truth bends to the will of your
Chosen martyr
On the lips of a saviour
We held onto every breath
Just to find
They're as empty as our hopes
Live within the lines
Claim your prize at death
Walk in tribute of the one
That pays the bills the best
Hold your tongue and
Breathe in the broken
Thoughts of devotion
Morose erosion
Time takes it's place like gods or kings
As beholder
Truth bends to the will of your
Chosen martyr
Waves of lies sear red
Burnt into our heads
Hold your tongue and gawk at the hopeless
Time takes it's place above your king
As beholder
Time respects none including your
Chosen martyrs
Life sold away
As fearful husks
We chose to be
Carried away