I am my own god. I am my own master,
The alpha and the omega, the destruction and disaster.
The construction of synthetic doctrine mocks martyrs and prophets.
Have we all forgotten this was just to market and profit off it?
Your faith is a coffin, lock it. Wait ‘till your tomb is eroded,
Then they will come and rob it.
They can't see us hoping, better yet us be awoken.
Repeat all the slogans, repeat all the slogans!
It's a ransom, so like Samson the Israelite
I will rise to pulverize the pillars of lies on either side.
They scribed a prophecy, and filled it with hypocrisy.
Manipulating honesty, people following unconsciously.
They're regurgitating hatred, exterminate nature’s way with
Impersonating brave men, and turn from what is sacred.
This is the time. Dismiss all the lies.
Witness all the crimes and live your own life.
It's time to evolve. The time it has come
For a higher state to be achieved.
We're the last to leave this past belief still fast asleep.
The shepherds are dead yet we're lectured to sweat and gather up sheep,
And we need to keep the peace. Mother Earth still weeps
At the knees of deceased, they bleed in the streets.
How many claimed in crusades? How many claimed in his name?
Without this menacing plague, how many could have been saved?
It seems what is sacred
Has left us forsaken.
The faithful and nameless
Have turned from the faceless,
And awoken from this hopeless lie.
We have chosen to stop gambling our lives.
Tell me, how could we win when the stakes were so high?
You've been playing this game with a loaded pair of dice.