Byzantine - Stick Figure lyrics

Welcome to the skin you wear again The weeping wounds you try to amend Liar screaming hollow amens Your conscience disappears each time you sin New life is a possibility No one is here to see you bow to me Throw up your hands to the skies And welcome the new lords of your demise On your fear we feed And this is the way we bleed No love just hate my fist your face The tears they pave my indoctrination Your knees the pain it comes in waves You can't be saved because I am the way [x2] Lie to my face not my back I'm not a stick figure Pray to my face on your back Three-Dimensional figure On your fear we feed And this is the way we bleed