Through Prayer

Through prayer
Marching hate in unison
With their faces turned up
Pretend not to see the signs
But there is nothing above

Promises, these words are easy to replace
Watch a vessel of lies become a carcass of greed
Promises, just as empty as their world
Betting on your silence, counting on your hurt

And so we fold our hands
Set our sights to the skies
Aim our iron at the Lamb
And we thank you for your life

To the Holy, the Archaic, to the figures in the sky
You've come to see the truth
Live by the rules that you made