Falling Idols

Winds of silenced voices
Crawl through the tunnels of dead air
Running steps of mocking flames
Come inside my anguished brain

Grinning faces dancing in ritual
Black robes and golden crosses
Black holes and velvet spirals
A malicious light gets higher and higher

Ashes intertwine in satanic pattern
But it's not the sun this time
It smells like plague long forgotten
And the souls still wonder in fright

A blissful hypocrisy smiles us to death
Walking proudly in angelic silhouette
Draining the life out of spiritual beggars
With just hands folded, a swift beheadal

And still, as time is leaking by
With all the answers that it hides
We crawl pathetically in the same hole
As we did thousands of years ago

Frozen is our humble escape
With every guilty breath that we take
Another nail into the world's coffin
Another pile of mold thrown like cancer coughing

With half-opened eyes, we wave tragic good-byes
We fake a smile and breath for a while
We hope for a saviour to save us all
Not finding one, we make our own