For every dead God, who worships the living And every lost soul starving submission for all The tyrans will fall Salvage the serpent Born to rise, when process seems perfect It's wrong to all, and your tyrants will fall When thy art is hate I've given it all I can take It's undeniable When my heart is fake I've given it all I can break It's unreliable An affinity for the hurt, create new Death And the love for the pain, till your final breath And what lies behind the lines in some other time Behind the veil, obscured by my vision of hell Dead in the sand, proverbs for peasants To bow on command, and all-seeing precence When thy art is hate I've given it all I can take It's undeniable When my heart is fake I've given it all I can break It's unreliable An affinity for the hurt, create new Death And the love for the pain, till your final breath And what lies behind the lines in some other time Behind the veil, obscured by my vision of hell For dead God who worships the living And every lost sould starving submission for all Behind the lines somewhere in some other time Behind the veil obscured by my vision of hell Obscured by my vision of hell... Obscured by my vision of hell... For every dead God who worships the living And every lost soul starving submission for all