Futile strikes
Each for the rights
Proving a point for what we all fear
Deliver a gift
Through air it shifts
Defeating the purpose and what we all hear
Ripping away
Washing decay
Determines the future and what's to be done
Paving the path
For a fragrant bloodbath
Smelling the death in what we've begun
Forming the hatred in shades of melting flesh
Destined for torture are those who could survive
Scanning the ruins, watching for signs of life
Befriend the reaper, for he is on your side
Casting them down
On to the ground
Meeting the town
Bodies around
Destroying lives
Tearing the mothers from their child’s arms
Nothing to last
Take a look around
What you enjoy most - gone forever
Holy man - question my religion
Kill my people for not wanting your God
Millions are dying while praying to live
So why should we look to the lies?
Bending our souls
Conform to your beliefs
They'll shoot you down then burn your home
If you do not see the light
Rules to protect the weak, to destroy the strong
And condemn all those that think
Why must we bow down throughout these times
When your light turns to darkness
Fire
Escaping the hand of god
Pages of unspoken guides
Lies, lies, lies
Die inside
Live our lives in fear of the ones we trust
And we wash away in our sea of doubt
Stop spreading faith while I start to sketch
A Painting of Winter's Darkness
Banish thee
Worthless preacher
Blocking you out
Out of our minds
In to the grave
Deeper with time
Draw the line
For you and your kind
Say what you bring to us
Things we cannot trust
You defend all you cannot see
Then you condemn all we want to believe
Book of fiction
Your contradiction
Premonition
False religion
Stealing hopes and visions from the youthful
Descend down the staircase to our fate
Winding path
Troubled past
Friends of Jesus Christ
Savior of all your minds
Hypnotized
Dictate lives
Paint has now been dried
As the blood of all who’s died
In your wars of hatred
Hang this painting high
As we wait to see the end of life
On Earth as we know it
Drill in to your brain
Hopes gone down the drain
Pointing all the blame
It will never be the same...
