Method in Madness

Our angels, just the Devil's disguise

Widowed of life, for lies but not to die

They suffer watching believers cry

Wishing they could tell you there's no afterlife

(Not this time)

But there's no smoke without the fire

No conviction, no land without divide

No cure for the corrupted

No peaceful antidote

No search for the stranded

We're not lost

There's method in this madness

It's just another mass production

Here to poison our outlook

The front seats to a holocaust

Don't look, don't look, don't look

You listen to the priest with no proof

You listen to the siren as it gives up on you

You listen to the governing dead

Why don't you listen to your heart instead?

You've heard it all before

The crown you wear makes you numb to the thorns

(We live in these thorns)

Surrounded by a blood sport culture

There's nowhere to run

The lies won't take away your pain

There's a chain across the gates and the skies have turned to grey

They're calling out your name

Sign here to keep your faith

March to the sound of the victims beat

The unforgivable breed

With the spikes dug in I clench my fist

Decide what I believe

The idols of our breed are lost in our deceit

Our minds on what the hell we might have been

Our angels boarded in

We'll prolong acceptance with defeat

No sleep for the wicked

You listen to the priest with no proof

You listen to the siren as it gives up on you

You listen to the governing dead

Why don't you listen to your heart instead?

The lies won't take away your pain

There's a chain across the gates

And the skies have turned to grey

The masses are calling out your name

Sign here to keep your faith

Sign here to keep your faith