Faded Prophecy, veil of suffering Un-denying apathy, pieces falling under the scrutiny Pentecost and misery Painted all your icons of submission Pray to your plastered statue gods and Piece together farcical legends And rape your gullible sheep of all They give you hope, they take your freedom Wishing hoping all's not lost Bathe your soul in unclean practice Drown your mind within it all Feed your lies Do you like the taste So bitter so nourishing In your eyes I can sense the hate So callous Just burning you up inside