Eleven

Thus I clothe my naked villany with old odd ends stolen forth of holy
Writ and seem a saint when most I play the devil
Come forth untold, you have no place to redeem
Face down, you are delivered to sin
Old men shake hand our aching heads
The flesh you consume is devoured by gods

Nobody dies tonight, not without a fight

I’ll show no proof of faith to you
You know I will just keep pushing through
Offensive stance our world demands
The flesh you consume is devoured by gods

Nobody dies tonight, not without a fight

Everything you know is about to change
Falling back, fear still intact
This enlighting thing that fills your chest is rage
Falling back, fear still intact