Fold III - Motherfolk

I woke up still shaking from the night I had before

It might have been a dream, but I was shaken to my core

A crowded room of people, crosses hanging from their necks

All staring at me while I drink myself to death

It’s not like we don’t talk, I’m speaking more and more these days

Despite the lack of answers, and how much that silence weighs

I guess that you can’t hear me from the bottom of this grave

Or else you’re just not listening, there are more important souls to save

Everybody saw right through you, preaching to the Fold

We thought that it was worship, it turned out to be a show

The cross around my neck, it tightened up into a noose

Holy brothers I thought loved me only loved what they might turn me into