Believe

In this land of the pious
Deceiving one of small mind
Controlled as if – as if the devils tools

I see a horizon – the armies align
Prey upon the weak – twisting their feeble minds
Riding down – a sickend sort takes the reigns and dominates

Pray to your hands for salvation/bend your cross to fit your ways
We are a species beaten by ignorance
Misguided fools lost in a shell
An open eye soon extinguished
The blind lead the blind
As we chase our death

I believe – in only myself/the dark shall grow/in the end