The hills stare back at me
I see no love through clouds of deceit
No cries of life carry down
Heartbeats felt with ears to the ground
Suffering shadows the lands
At the foot lies a blinded breed
In silent circles of clasped hands
They dance to a higher power
Nothing more than a dream
The judge becomes a coward in his time of remorse
In the hills that miss the sky
Lies the true face of god that has been buried alive
A fresh new grave to fill
While the death bells ring in the Southern hills
Soaked in deceit
Passionate rhetoric
A sense of self
Downed in virtue
Above the ground but beneath the sky
Silent souls being buried alive
Above the ground but beneath the sky
Lead into darkness by the blinding lights
Enchantments sung in rhythmic routine
Enforce that pain is never enough
Put a knife in their mind
Spit them onto the earth
Watch them torture their own
In the name of a divine impostor
Built on bones
Put love in their eyes
Teach them how to hurt
Put a knife in their mind
Spit them onto the earth
Weakness walks alone
Teach them how to hurt