South Winds

Static
 Dogmatic
 Death cult
 Fanatic
 Hidden
 In the open
 Masked
 By tradition
 Your face, your heart
 Fervent to obey
 Your face, your heart
 You gave it all away
 I'd rather live a life in sin
 And take the devil's fall
 Than let the madmen of belief
 Make fools and martyrs of us all
 Get up off your knees
 Get up off your knees
 Your burden is a lie
 So, get up off your knees
 Lift your head up high
 Lift your head up high
 Your burden is a lie
 So, lift your head up high
 Your code
 Your line
 Your mouth
 Your spine
 A hammer
 To fictitious sins
 A cold field
 To south winds
 What kind of promises
 Could justify
 the sacrifice you make?
 This shame and fear
 You force upon this
 world for heaven's sake
 Life you forsake
 Hope ran out
 In the desert sand
 Cancel all flights
 To the promised land
 I'd rather live a life in sin
 And take the devil's fall
 Than let the madmen of belief
 Make fools and martyrs of us all
 I'd rather live a life in sin
 And take the devil's fall
 Than let the madmen of belief
 Make fools and martyrs of us all
 Your code
 Your line
 Your mouth
 Your spine
 A hammer
 To fictitious sins
 A cold field
 To south winds