A turn of the century, the ground bleeds
With red blood turned black
Soot smears the filthy faces
Of the children waiting for salvation
A fixation on the useless
The stagnation, a tragic misconception
Hope for a day never coming
The mind strays, until it has faded away
Crowd every numbing crevice, you won't be safe inside
You have been proven guilty, this will be rectified
There is no gain in failure, their lives are in your hands
You yourself made those choices, now justice they demand
Heathens swarm ruined churches
Desecrating once proud steeples
The congregation has been tainted
Mutilated from what it once was
Deserted pews fill cathedrals
Like a needle they steal life until dry
Hope for a day never coming
The mind strays and you are the cause
Fools, the shibboleth shall destroy you
For change you are afraid
End, hell is what awaits
It will encase you
