When fear is ammunition
Empowered by superstition
It's simplistic as devotion to inane ideals
When the suns turning back
The world is fading to black
It's much harder to interpret and change these dreams
That's how I've tarnished my hands
As well as tarnished my soul
A devout maniacal apparition that was a whole
So please spare me this time
As well as all of your lies
Because in the end we all fall down

Expose my weakness
Before your judgment
And my last breath will be the death of us all

The fruit is divine
So sin all your life and
When death is at hand
Pray to your god