Run through the broken, the quiet remorse
Prey on the weak as they pray for results
All hail the ones in control, looking up from a six foot hole
Losing sight, Dying light
Given a ghost as a way to survive
Hoping to survive
They rob your will
They skew your views
Your world will perish through vicious virtue
Your mask is removed
You show your fear
WIthhold the truth, the weak will kneel
Don't get lost in heaven, they got locks on the gate
You're over the edge, a big mistake
The old books are wrong
Now you'll see your fate
Don't get lost in heaven, they got locks on the gate