Hang Me from a Thousand Suns Lyrics

The mind is a wasteland
The heart, it's cruel steward
Dust, the reflection of God
Corrupted image, tyranny
Limited perception

Limited perception
Yet it is consuming
Tyranny of the flesh

The mind is a host of maggots
Feeding off of blackened rot
Recede to darkness' walls
Beseech creation to fall away
Woe to prideful self-worship
Feeding perception into comfort
The crown of pride is a parasite
Insidious, the nature of self-indulgence

Forgive me, Lord
My lack or remorse
Hang me from
A thousand suns
You, whom bless
The iniquitous
Rend the rancid
Crown of pride
Tear it from my
Relentless head
Forgive me my
Life of apathy
Pride creates
A false god
Superbia Falsum
Deum Creat