Mass for the End of Time Lyrics

Bliss
A moments peace on earth
A breathing space rebirth

Oxymoronic sympathy
A place where i can never be

Bliss
All beauty coming down
From where beauty is never found

You saw yourself as a machine
You lost yourself inside a dream

Bliss
A noose around my throat
A partner that i loath

I saw myself as pure divine
But thats a mortal sin, a crime

Jesus was a carpenter by trade
Judge a man by what his hands made

Hitler was painting as a job
Judge a man by what he's thinking of

Satan was an angel first
Judge a devil by his curse

Father your sons and daughters crawl
Your faces turned towards the stars

Mother your child is just a shard
Your mirror makes your features hard