Return of Death Adder

To the fools that thought the end had begun
Where there's spark there will forever be life
And to the death addicts who pine for perfect pathos
Your time is up, you lost with a simple breath

The gears grinding, perfect harmony in time with me
And you've been left behind, the damning of your kind
We cannot pacify the guardians of endless Hate
We cannot risk a martyr for a hipsters' lore

But now we're here you don't like the words that we speak
Even though the meaning's the same
It's you that has shifted, now preaching against our kind
You target us because you failed, driving static lines

What you see is what you get
It's the same old twisted machine
Not the God that you bled for
You were misled by your narrow faith

And now you're face to face with fables that took on a form
Finding flesh and blood can never match up to the dream
Somehow that's the fault of your imaginary prophet
He misled me into the dark, he drew me in with heathens' eyes!