How does it feel to watch from above? Judging us all one by one Living your life by your holy standards But once we're given sight you turn and run Shrouded in malice, taught to fear progress Brought to your knees, the end is upon us Pay attention as the holy fail us A mere examination of the world before you At this point we mean nothing to any of you In your minds we are all just useless Animus shattered in to a thousand pieces And thrown to Belial A flicker of hope that there won't be punishment For all of your delusions Shrouded in malice, taught to fear progress Brought to your knees, the end is upon us You are not a martyr, no one will remember you. I am not forgiven. And neither are you Your whole life you spent searching for your purpose Wasting time, idolized by your own perception I am not searching for dispensation I am hoping that's everyone abandons you We have come to grant your death wish We have come to cure the virus How does it feel to watch from above? Judging us all one by one Living your life by your holy standards But once we're given sight you turn and run