born in a mortuary, cold and alone
Gray with empty eyes.
followers bow around him, feed the fire
c*nt slaves praising the empty skies
wandering through annihilation
gray cloak dooms all of life
they hide behind a promise
with no possibility of proof
wandering follow desperation
gospel song turns to screams
f** a savior, save yourself
as the water melts, to sand freezes into stone
but the constant, bleeding constant, save yourself
from this wandering son