The salvation of the crowd waiting to engulf
and surround see things through the cracks in the ground
Seeking feeble at mind and held to the sky as a shrine
Captivated in the worse time don't use a sign

Addicted, to your eyes
Break free of the styes

A selective sanctuary
Partial Premiability, abundant military
Still I shed the skin
and corrce the minds of the

Young to kill and fight
Taking the innocent tonight

Addicted to your lies
Break free of the styes (we won't leave reamants)

Opiete to the mass, borrowing from the past
Conceptual gold flask, waiting for christ to pass