A Glorified Piece Of Blue Sky (The Atlas Moth)

How far will we let them go without grievance How much will we let them take Before we've had enough hypocrisy Superstitions become gold And freedom, a lost novella The great is the nothing but dust You said nothing outta fear Crucify them one by one Three nails for every son We have come to point out the urgency of truth We've fed our greed for too long We've been devoured whole They're wrapped up in hopeless efforts To try and save our soul Without truth we exist no longer Sink into hell on earth Assemble now, they're getting stronger Prepare for your rebirth It's all been their lies Truth be told Feed 'em to the lions Since day one, I haven't heard one goddamn truth Since day one, I've swallowed every fuckin' lie.