Self destruct under the weight
Of your own decisions
Your intent
Cynical
We all resolve into madness
I fear that these altercations will only bring us despondency
You fabricate your doctrine keep them nested in there place of solitude
Satisfied in their ignorance
Sacrilege the house you built is filled with those who laugh but don't smile
I wont accept this
Don't think that seven mountains can feed seven worlds
Your well runs dry
Do you feel contrite
Your well runs dry a vertebrae with no spine
Controlled by your white lies
Your followers cling to thoughts that you contrive
You've captured their hearts
And clouded their minds to the one that gave them life
How could you
Shamelessly hide as a servant of righteousness
Denying the one that
Bought your soul and saved you from dying
How do you sleep at night
You well runs dry
Do you feel contrite
Your well runs dry
Your well runs dry a vertebrae with no spine