our angels just the devil s disguise widowed of life for lies but not to die they suffer watching believers cry wishing they could tell you there s no afterlife not this time but theres no smoke without without the fire no conviction no land without divide no cure for the corrupted no peaceful antidote no search for the stranded we re not lost there s method in this madness it s just another mass production here to poison our outlook the front seats to the holocaust don t look don t look don t look you listen to the priest with no proof you listen to the siren as it gives up on you you listen to the governing dead why don t you listen to your heart instead you ve heard it all before the crown you wear makes you numb to the thorns we live in these thorns surrounded by a blood sport culture there s no where to run the lies won t take away your pain there s a chain across the gates and the skies have turned to grey they re calling out your name sign here to keep your faith march to the sound of the victims beat the unforgivable breed with the spikes dug in i clench my fist decide what i believe the idols of our breed are lost in our deceit our minds on what the hell we might have been our angels boarded in we ll prolong acceptance with defeat no sleep for the wicked you listen to the priest with no proof you listen to the siren as it gives up on you you listen to the governing dead why don t you listen to your heart instead the lies won t take away your pain there s a chain across the gates and the skies have turned to grey the masses are calling out your name sign here to keep your faith sign here to keep your faith