- cifra
As an outlet for oppression,
And as a tool for control,
Icons of a sterile creed have come to rule man's destiny.
In the guise of self-made saviuors
They've tried to enslave us all,
But these holy chains of imprisonment will be shattered
By the death of god.
Encircled by a deceitful light,
You escape the harsh reality.
Live sheltered from the awful truths
You internalize the lies of a dead revelation.
Within the iron gates of fate,
They send their lambs to certain death.
Control, kill, justify
You've internalized their lies of a fake revelation.
You buy redemtion, they crush your pride
And feed your mind with visions spawned by fools.
