Thorned & Weak (Blinded Colony)

Humanity feast again upon the bittersweet agony Blameful souls made to serve the persevence Carving out the innocence bit by bit See the unpure flesh burn My morphine is your disbelief Your lack of knowledge, your fear of pain, your human weakness. An endless search for peace of mind, never resting. My morphine is your disbelief An idol nailed upon the cross misleading thousands Your belief in divinity, your weakness is your fear of God. This is the modest modern Messiah Serving all the blinded all the mislead This is the modest modern Messiah Thorned and weak Religion, your weak excuse for living Denying a lying world you're blinded You follow treason till the end But your son of nothing fades My morphine is your disbelief An idol nailed upon the cross misleading thousands Your belief in divinity, your weakness is your fear of God. This is the modest modern Messiah... Cant you see him for the lie that he really is? An illusion of past cravings No longer required in this dying world Your sins did not die with him