We Use Your Dead as Vessels - This Gift Is A Curse

Truth is dead / And death never rode in on a fucking pale horse

I am guilty / For unmasking the whole masquerade

Oh, so what will be will now be

They have been feeding you withered lies and grey matter

To keep you still / Beneath their towers and inverted crowns

To serve their light / To harvest their fruit / To suffer in silence

So be still and pray while I dance to these songs of blood

When we fall from light / Hear the choirs numb

And everything you believe will mean nothing at all

When shadows gather / Embrace the dark

And everything you believe will mean nothing at all

When shadows gather / Embrace the dark

What you believe will nothing mean / When shadows gather

I have no desire / I have no domain

I now see what I cast And I can´t flee nor redeem

Pain — I take what I found

Pain — Is all I can be