For every dead god
Who worships the living
And every lost soul
Starving submission for all
The tyrants 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 a love for the pain
'Til your final breath
And what lies

Behind the lines
Somewhere in some other time
Behind the veil
Obscured by my vision of hell

Dead in the sand
Proverbs for peasants
To bow on command
An all-seeing presence

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 a love for the pain
'Til your final breath
And what lies

Behind the lines
Somewhere in some other time
Behind the veil
Obscured by my vision of hell

For every dead god
Who worships the living
And every lost soul
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