A Slave To History
Hypnotised and compacted into crumbling churches
They feel the void because they feel it hurt
Sharpened words, meanings distorted over centuries
Someday the shackles of a tyrant will fade with history
I know the forked tongues scramble in urgency to reverse
Committing war crimes for a god who refuses to listen
Held down and dragged to hell for a lie
Because no one knows, what happens after we die
I'm safe from the consequences, I found the way from sin
But another light of the truth burns you deep within
What if we decease and there's no release
What if it's only that we're afraid of the dark
The after life is all yours
But I can take no chances with mine
Pain and suffering in this world, not the next
We're certain of nothing in these times
You've condemned yourself to fire, sinner
Because in the deep there are only victims, no winners
The glory of the unseen is far above what you know
And there's only one direction that both of us can go
Repent, feel the divine
Feel the wisdom lay waste to a toxic mind
Taste the bitter fruits of a rotten vine
Feel the devil approach, soul screaming deep inside
Eternal fires, the crack of whips and the driving of slavery
All for shady kings and false gods to endear and thrive
The force of the unseen bought to bear against the outside
The devil in disguise, with many masks to endure, to survive
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