Wasteland

For every dead God, who worships the living
 And every lost soul starving submission for all
 The tyrans will fall
 Salvage the serpent
 Born to rise, when process seems perfect
 It's wrong to all, and your tyrants will fall
 When thy art is hate
 I've given it all I can take
 It's undeniable
 When my heart is fake
 I've given it all I can break
 It's unreliable
 An affinity for the hurt, create new Death
 And the love for the pain, till your final breath
 And what lies behind the lines in some other time
 Behind the veil, obscured by my vision of hell
 Dead in the sand, proverbs for peasants
 To bow on command, and all-seeing precence
 When thy art is hate
 I've given it all I can take
 It's undeniable
 When my heart is fake
 I've given it all I can break
 It's unreliable
 An affinity for the hurt, create new Death
 And the love for the pain, till your final breath
 And what lies behind the lines in some other time
 Behind the veil, obscured by my vision of hell
 For dead God who worships the living
 And every lost sould starving submission for all
 Behind the lines somewhere in some other time
 Behind the veil obscured by my vision of hell
 Obscured by my vision of hell...
 Obscured by my vision of hell...
 For every dead God who worships the living
 And every lost soul starving submission for all