Built Upon the Grave of He Who Bends - Replacire

Pledge to the fires

Of the god unattainable

Within you have no sin

Your throne is rotting

Never to hold what you love

Same as above

It’s not hard to worship a lord of flesh

When all your fortune’s just a lucky mess

But you can guess

And pledge to the devil that wears its human dress

Your analysis is really an enticing dish

Next to the pitch black hole that awaits a tortured soul

Let’s see your corporeal savior give them the will to live

On the ledge there are liars

Who stare back up at you no more

They have their door

Your guts are knotting

As the weak continue to believe

Don’t watch them grieve

From your bed you prophesize

Comfort does not sympathize

Wounded men whose need is dire

Walk into a line of fire

So take that fleeting wish

And crush it with a mental fist

Have you achieved your task

Or just crafted evil a new mask?

Dreams die

The question survives

The fear is ripe

You’ll sleep tonight

The temple of unknowing ascends

In the fortress of beauty and wealth

Built upon the grave of he who bends for an answer

Built upon the grave of he who bends to the hope

Of something greater than himself

From your bed you prophesize

Comfort does not sympathize

Wounded men whose need is dire

Walk into a line of fire

Dreams die

The question survives

Survives

So take that fleeting wish

And crush it with a mental fist

Have you achieved your task

Or just crafted your new mask?

Let’s see your corporeal savior

Give them the strength to die