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von Twelve Tribes
It's been said that progress...
That progress is the promise of annihilation. Prayers will burn and war will be a sign
Of the end until no one is left to medicate humanity of the belief in the cure for the sickness which it taught.
We are held hostage in the name of self denail consumed by the grace of your god.
We are
Held hostage in the name - rise and awake.
The perception of our hell is their sleight of hand.
Misdirecting our love
Into worship
Keep your finger on the pulse
'cause the vein has been cut and the blood has become my religion
I've replaced the walls of my defenses against
The unaffected god infested portraits of fear and redemption
It's been said that progress...
That progress is the promise of annihilation.
Rise and awake
For this new
Offering
Rise and awake
For this new offering of life.
Rise for this new for prison for church and for saint for thief the opiate of our sacred city.
Mass media armed to the teeth there is truth to burn and war in the streets.
Rise for this new for prison for church and for saint for thief the opiate of our sacred city.
Mass media armed to the teeth there is truth to burn and war in the streets.
That progress is the promise of annihilation. Prayers will burn and war will be a sign
Of the end until no one is left to medicate humanity of the belief in the cure for the sickness which it taught.
We are held hostage in the name of self denail consumed by the grace of your god.
We are
Held hostage in the name - rise and awake.
The perception of our hell is their sleight of hand.
Misdirecting our love
Into worship
Keep your finger on the pulse
'cause the vein has been cut and the blood has become my religion
I've replaced the walls of my defenses against
The unaffected god infested portraits of fear and redemption
It's been said that progress...
That progress is the promise of annihilation.
Rise and awake
For this new
Offering
Rise and awake
For this new offering of life.
Rise for this new for prison for church and for saint for thief the opiate of our sacred city.
Mass media armed to the teeth there is truth to burn and war in the streets.
Rise for this new for prison for church and for saint for thief the opiate of our sacred city.
Mass media armed to the teeth there is truth to burn and war in the streets.
Writer(s): Charles Andrew Corpus, Kevin Scott Schindel, Adam Charles Jackson, Shane Allan Shook
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