Born With Eyes

But They Are Not To See

Living On Your Knees

Choking On Your Spiritual Agony

Follow The Traces Of Blood

Throughout The Past Centuries

You Choose Not To See

Bow Down And Worship Me At The Altar Of Shame



You Strive For Perfection

But You Don't Have The Tools

Human Weakness Embodied

Fodder For Fools

Feeding The Fear Of Life Itself

Over And Over Again

And Choose Not To See



Bow Down And Worship Me At The Altar Of Shame



So You're The Saint And I'm The Sinner?

You Will Never Understand

You're The Saint And I'm The Sinner

No - You Will Never Understand



Born With Eyes

But They Are Not To See

Living On Your Knees

Choking On Your Spiritual Agony

Follow The Traces Of Blood

Throughout The Past Centuries

You Choose Not To See

Bow Down And Worship Me At The Altar Of Shame