Holy War
Breaking free from the chains that bound me
An illusion we have all been told
Of our souls passing through the gates of pearl
While we walk along streets of gold
An ancient fallacy of eternity
Written in blood on Dead Sea scrolls
From the depths of your pulpit
You teach the word of your fictitious Lord
Though shall not kill is your commandment
Yet you stack bodies in your Holy War
From the depths of your pulpit
You teach the word of your fictitious Lord
Though shall not kill is your commandment
Yet you stack bodies in your Holy War
You preach to me from a bended knee
Of an all inspiring entity
A celestial being of serenity
The judge & jury executing those who don't believe
Don't speak to me in your tainted tongues
With a sheep mystique about a man who hung
From a wooden cross wearing a crown of thorns
Nails through his hands, an enemy was born
The blood is on your hands
In the name of a dead man
Breaking free from the chains that bound me
An illusion we have all been sold
Of our souls passing through the gates of pearl
As we walk along streets of gold
An ancient fallacy of eternity
Written in blood on Dead Sea scrolls
The truth now lies amongst the masses
We must break
We must break the stranglehold
An illusion we have all been told
Of our souls passing through the gates of pearl
While we walk along streets of gold
An ancient fallacy of eternity
Written in blood on Dead Sea scrolls
From the depths of your pulpit
You teach the word of your fictitious Lord
Though shall not kill is your commandment
Yet you stack bodies in your Holy War
From the depths of your pulpit
You teach the word of your fictitious Lord
Though shall not kill is your commandment
Yet you stack bodies in your Holy War
You preach to me from a bended knee
Of an all inspiring entity
A celestial being of serenity
The judge & jury executing those who don't believe
Don't speak to me in your tainted tongues
With a sheep mystique about a man who hung
From a wooden cross wearing a crown of thorns
Nails through his hands, an enemy was born
The blood is on your hands
In the name of a dead man
Breaking free from the chains that bound me
An illusion we have all been sold
Of our souls passing through the gates of pearl
As we walk along streets of gold
An ancient fallacy of eternity
Written in blood on Dead Sea scrolls
The truth now lies amongst the masses
We must break
We must break the stranglehold
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Writer(s): Derrek Tipton, Dustin Rawlings, Jon Martin, Justin Cruz
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