Conditioned from conception, a follower;
Left chained, our knees in the dirt by hallowed bonds
led to live a death of a thousand cuts
Ultimately waiting for words that never reach the lips
The meaning in the madness
Falter in a shroud of secrecy unable to give up the ghost
The answers to the unknown are as broad as it's long
And in your dying hours, in a sensation of reminiscence
Only able to feel the silence; questions are answered
There never was a cross to bear
We must bleed the beast once exalted and adored.
Left chained, our knees in the dirt by hallowed bonds
led to live a death of a thousand cuts
Ultimately waiting for words that never reach the lips
The meaning in the madness
Falter in a shroud of secrecy unable to give up the ghost
The answers to the unknown are as broad as it's long
And in your dying hours, in a sensation of reminiscence
Only able to feel the silence; questions are answered
There never was a cross to bear
We must bleed the beast once exalted and adored.