What hope do you find?
In false prophecy and lies
Served to you by self-fed hands
Shit on a silver platter, circled by flies
Foretold of the return of a son
To come back to this world
On specified predicted dates
A darkened gospel unfurled
No rapture can save you
Because when you die, that's it
You're f*cking dead
Cretins on a static screen
Filling heads with false proof
Living lives of luxury
Hiding their facade uncouth
Monuments built on stolen graves
Money changing dishonest hands
I hope one day it all burns down
Amidst the pulpit where you stand
No rapture can save you
Because when you die, that's it
You're f*cking dead
Rupture of the rapture
No tall tales here have come true
Break away from the victim faith
You can't save the squandered youth
Mistwalker - Rupture of the Rapture Lyrics
Mistwalker - Rupture of the Rapture Lyrics
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What hope do you find?
In false prophecy and lies
Served to you by self-fed hands
Shit on a silver platter, circled by flies
Foretold of the return of a son
To come back to this world
On specified predicted dates
A darkened gospel unfurled
No rapture can save you
Because when you die, that's it
You're f*cking dead
Cretins on a static screen
Filling heads with false proof
Living lives of luxury
Hiding their facade uncouth
Monuments built on stolen graves
Money changing dishonest hands
I hope one day it all burns down
Amidst the pulpit where you stand
No rapture can save you
Because when you die, that's it
You're f*cking dead
Rupture of the rapture
No tall tales here have come true
Break away from the victim faith
You can't save the squandered youth
In false prophecy and lies
Served to you by self-fed hands
Shit on a silver platter, circled by flies
Foretold of the return of a son
To come back to this world
On specified predicted dates
A darkened gospel unfurled
No rapture can save you
Because when you die, that's it
You're f*cking dead
Cretins on a static screen
Filling heads with false proof
Living lives of luxury
Hiding their facade uncouth
Monuments built on stolen graves
Money changing dishonest hands
I hope one day it all burns down
Amidst the pulpit where you stand
No rapture can save you
Because when you die, that's it
You're f*cking dead
Rupture of the rapture
No tall tales here have come true
Break away from the victim faith
You can't save the squandered youth
Writer: Greg Sweetapple
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