A whipping word has become the flesh Waved around as if the world is tamed In muted tongues where the wisdom begs I'm done holding my breath False faith disallows to create I sense them wolves at my doorstep Force fed and bound to resurrect God knows my name but won't address Been covered here for a while Building up sorrows, sweeping under rugs But the spires are heavenly guarded Great is the light That separates and carries out our commands Left with blood on our hands Pour your lies into one Feed your bastard child Crown your wives before sons Sustain what they have begun