mourning in the ashes like dust upon the masses in a world of which we once felt saved from bind a false creation, blind manipulation will the bodies rise like our fallen preacher?
slaves to the hand that feeds and in tormenting our minds we are crawling in ruins ripped up inside
ive seen me insane i felt my head fall it took me to bleed was it worth it all
slaves to the hand that feeds and in tormenting our minds we are crawling in ruins ripped up inside
pray down on your knees this is the world you find fate i have fallen too deep an wont get out alive in the end there is no place to hide i know somehow this is my demise
fate in these ruins, were burning alive in the ruins where you are defied
slaves to the hand that feeds and in tormenting our minds we are crawling in ruins ripped up inside
ive seen me insane i felt my head fall it took me to bleed was it worth it all
slaves to the hand that feeds and in tormenting our minds we are crawling in ruins ripped up inside
pray down on your knees this is the world you find fate i have fallen too deep an wont get out alive in the end there is no place to hide i know somehow this is my demise
preacher preacher in the end there is no place to hide i know somehow this is my demise