blame the victim for the sins of our bloodline
years later, that ghost still haunts our livesstill screams from our mouths
still glares through our eyes
still bears witness
as we sacrifice the living
to appease the dead
nothing can mask the smell of decay
we are not angels, we are not saints
and when your demons possess us,
what good is our faith?
its tentacles replaced my spine
but I will sever those chords
saving what's still mine from its lies
I will sever those chords
I will run headlong through our temples
I will destroy the idols and spit on the remains
so help me God, I will undo that damage
yeah, I think you'd better fucking pray
the poison screams from our mouths
the evil glares from our eyes
