Return of Death Adder

To the fools that thought the end had begun
 Where there's spark there will forever be life
 And to the death addicts who pine for perfect pathos
 Your time is up, you lost with a simple breath
 The gears grinding, perfect harmony in time with me
 And you've been left behind, the damning of your kind
 We cannot pacify the guardians of endless Hate
 We cannot risk a martyr for a hipsters' lore
 But now we're here you don't like the words that we speak
 Even though the meaning's the same
 It's you that has shifted, now preaching against our kind
 You target us because you failed, driving static lines
 What you see is what you get
 It's the same old twisted machine
 Not the God that you bled for
 You were misled by your narrow faith
 And now you're face to face with fables that took on a form
 Finding flesh and blood can never match up to the dream
 Somehow that's the fault of your imaginary prophet
 He misled me into the dark, he drew me in with heathens' eyes!