Flesh and Blood

It's about how people who sometimes adapt holier-than-thou attitudes are in fact the most black-hearted, backstabbing people on earth

We spend our lives

In constant guilt and the search for redemption

For the keys to heaven and hells exemption

We're building our holier than thou castle walls

We spend our weeks as slaves to darkness

For the end to provide us with light

 

Sacrifices are not always flesh and blood

Be warned when your name, is dragged through the mud

All of your efforts, washed away in the flood

A sacrifice isn't always your flesh and blood

 

We spend our days

Fixed by the idea of some sort of salvation

Hypnotised by the idea of divine creation

We construct our towers to please high powers

We spend our time as devils amongst men

Only for the end of the week to make it right again

 

Sacrifices are not always flesh and blood

Be warned when your name, is dragged through the mud

All of your efforts, washed away in the flood

A sacrifice isn't always your flesh and blood

 

Fears assured by men in strange robes

But I'd rather live my life under the strobes

We push and kick, hoping others corrode

I'd rather paradise cave in and implode

 

Sacrifices are not always flesh and blood

Be warned when your name, is dragged through the mud

All of your efforts, washed away in the flood

A sacrifice isn't always your flesh and blood

The End

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