Static Color - Artifex Pereo

Reside profoundly in doubt

Earned ignorance buys a ticket to hell

A brush stroke tinted with

Idolization turned to worship, paints within

The smallest of lines;

static color

The path has been hidden as long as we’ve touched the soil

Unbroken, waiting for turbulent footsteps to find their mark

When heaven sent us home, we ended up further from the hardships of virtue

Devising disordered rules of our own

Pray, the faith you have found helps you know the way

You pay for bones in the ground and eternal salvation

Give in to the crippling crutch of original sin

Redemption is sold at the door of the charlatan

Give in to the crippling crutch of original sin

Redemption is sold at the door of the charlatan

Forgive all we’ve forgotten ingrained deep in our souls

Unconscious doctrine forged a crack in the mold

(Guided with eyes blinded by small minds.)

Bias taught them casting stones from the pulpit grants protection

(Blight has disguised bodies of starlight.)

All the children have drowned, immersed in holy water

(Guided with eyes blinded by small minds.)

No one here made a sound as all our sons and daughters closed their eyes

(Blight has disguised bodies of starlight.)