And I watched through bitter eyes. As the blood filled in the cracks, black. A burning effigy. Told me I should kneel 'cause. . I'm worshipping. With terror, a disease.
I am the thing that makes you sick. I am the blame that gets placed quick. Detect the crack within your lie. I'll be the wrath of your disdain. I'll be the fear in you engrained.
I am the thing that makes you sick. I am the blame that gets placed quick. Detect the crack within your lie. I'll be the wrath of your disdain. I'll be the fear in you engrained.
It's been around for a thousand years. And it'll be here for plenty more. It is the face hidden in disgrace. That has become now an open sore. . It is a false messiah.