Broken Glass Apotheum
They were all made of glass
Entranced in their self indulgence
Distorted figures bent backwards to please their masters
A cesspool of Silver-tongues
Fake poets of illusions drunk on their poisons
Reprogrammed into confusion
Asleep at the wheel right where they want you
They stood before their reflection
I looked up into their eyes and said
Tell me why you are feeling this emptinеss
Ask yourself, do you remembеr why your in this place again
Dark hands of the path stroking
Fragile Beings of binded duality consciousness
Shrouded in vanity, spewing contempt and distrust
Lanterns swaying to the rhythm of the darkness
Glowing before disfigured fractured monuments
I am light, I am will
I am present, I am still
I will fight, I will wield
The blade of the sun piercing the sky
Blinding those who are drawn to its shine
Their new god, she was called Malevolex
Sitting coiled around the throne
Their disease left the temple in ruin
They were plummeting into decadence
Adorned in tormented gazes
Culling their own mass virtual graves
Blinding those drawn into its shine
You are death
You are hate
You are the virus that you have created
You will fight
You will kill
You are the terror you've fought to conceal
Entranced in their self indulgence
Distorted figures bent backwards to please their masters
A cesspool of Silver-tongues
Fake poets of illusions drunk on their poisons
Reprogrammed into confusion
Asleep at the wheel right where they want you
They stood before their reflection
I looked up into their eyes and said
Tell me why you are feeling this emptinеss
Ask yourself, do you remembеr why your in this place again
Dark hands of the path stroking
Fragile Beings of binded duality consciousness
Shrouded in vanity, spewing contempt and distrust
Lanterns swaying to the rhythm of the darkness
Glowing before disfigured fractured monuments
I am light, I am will
I am present, I am still
I will fight, I will wield
The blade of the sun piercing the sky
Blinding those who are drawn to its shine
Their new god, she was called Malevolex
Sitting coiled around the throne
Their disease left the temple in ruin
They were plummeting into decadence
Adorned in tormented gazes
Culling their own mass virtual graves
Blinding those drawn into its shine
You are death
You are hate
You are the virus that you have created
You will fight
You will kill
You are the terror you've fought to conceal
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Haddad, Chance Strickland, Jared Christianson, Nathan Bigelow
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