False Idols

You never planned to save them
You planned to enslave them
You're callus, so tasteless
The lowest of the low
Your words are fucking weightless
You shout them at the pavement
Their cries
Your favorite
Taking their blood as payment

They'll rise above the hatred
Fighting, their time is sacred
Their words
So vacant
Dying for what they know
Bodies with no religion
Throw themselves just like stone
To defy all your wishes
A god with no home

False Idols
False Idols
False Idols
False Idols
False Idols
False Idols
False Idols
False Idols



Credits
Writer(s): Halan Valle-davila
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