Seeas I repeat
Collective forces seek
The aforementioned be
Liege, apostates, manipulating the weak & innocent
He truthmade into a mockery, its painted ram its deity
Face, buried in palm, all I can feel isthe pulsein mythumb, losing control, I am becoming undone
Believe only half of what i seeandhear, getting harderto distinguish this reality,
The time of thepainted ramhas come, thechurch of the 8th day is reborn.