Gears of the Redeemer

Peel back the sins we're born to praise
History is written by the guilty
You mustn't let your innocence
Be compromised by seeking answers

Don't trust them
Don't trust them
Don't let yourself wander too far
What have you done?

What have you done?

Don't cross your thoughts
Fight for yourself
Underbellies soft and knees trembling in time
Do they shiver like mine?
Do your eyes bleed like mine?
Deep red and blessed
Flesh grey and stretched
Ache from sins we wasted

Bite the hand that feeds you hatred
Consume the gods that they created
Accept misfortune as predestined fate
Abandon your father's pale lies of salvation

Faultless, your arrogance
Will be your end

Ending tragedies committed
By those who remain innocent
Bleeds into us memories lost

Atop their thrones of mold
They dig the grit beneath their sharpened nails
To calcify the writhing remnants of the
Myth that peace entails
Draining blood from monsters
To fuel clockwork messiahs
And engraving designations
Upon those labeled pariah

Autonomous automaton
We've bound your hands
So what do you hope to achieve?

Pure-intentioned, mal-directed
Mannequins whose tangled limbs
Contort into the footprints of the dead
Metal shafts shoved through our fleshy corridors
Lobotomize our benediction and syncopate the rotting
Organs that pulse within ventricle spires
Twisting, climbing to rival Babylon
Built upon the bodies of men condemned

Atop their thrones of mold
They dig the grit beneath their sharpened nails
To calcify the writhing remnants of the
Myth that peace entails
Draining blood from monsters
To fuel clockwork messiahs
And engraving designations
Upon those labeled pariah

Inconsequential soldier, fall back in line
Your dissent can't bring an end