And so they lead us on
Through worlds of broken promise
They say we're born as one
With hollow words of solace
Come, 'cause we shape every form and know
We soothe every storm
We are the shape of things to come
From the page
Through the ashes
To the grave
And rest in your gloom
Scream with rage
From your lashes
Just this phrase
And find yourself in your tomb
If blood is not the answer that we seek
And pain is not the language that we speak
Your vain theology
It won't bring me down to my knees
And when we're near the end
It's not what we need
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And so they keep us drawn
To the sounds that haunt you as they
Say that we are as one
We are the ones that bring up the sun
Shape every form and know
We light every storm
We are the face of things to come
If blood is not the answer that we seek
And pain is not the language that we speak
Your vain theology
It won't bring me down to my knees
And when we're all nearing the end
It's not what we need
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Destruction isn't the answer to the questions you seek
And anguish isn't the meaning of the words that you speak
The truth of your theology
Is nothing but false history
And when we're near the end
You won't see me on my knees
No, you won't see me on my knees