They are the ones controlling the seeds of doubt
Wasting inherent truth, confronting an inner hell
How can humans play God when all they all are slaves?
How can humans play God when all they all are slaves?
Of fools who will always against their will just end their lives
When all life would cease and rapture would release
Trampling the meek, the gospel they did speak
Their lack of souls will lead them to an early grave
Fearing their fate, they chose a random date
Their lack of souls will lead them to an early grave
Their rotted corpse remains when death replaces life
How can humans play God when all they all are slaves?
That spoke of lies unwanted
Their rotted corpse remains when death replaces life
Their lack of souls will lead them to an early grave
Inhabitants not knowing they are the ones consuming the seeds of doubt
Cursing subconsciously the ones who reap the seeds of doubt
Condemned to live a life of unrelenting praise
Finding the source of stimulation, unnurtured realization
Feeding the senseless souls of mindless
Condemned to live a life of unrelenting praise
Foretelling demise, speaking only lies, lies, lies, lies, lies
Condemned to live a life of unrelenting praise
Tearing the vocal chords of prophets
