Of God's Ruins Lyrics

Something creeps through the hallway
The sound of clawing nails against the wall
Hooflike steps ticks like a pendulum on a clock
Closer it sweeps into your sanctum of sleep
A meere shadow can be seen
A pale figure cloaked in black
Fingers runs on naked skin
A cold breath against the left ear
Incoherrent whispers
Freezing the blood in your veins

In the darkest corners of life
In the shadows of your very soul
Could it be as simple that it's predetermined?
Is it a coded message to the fatuity?
Through the collective thoughts of a paranoid state
All reason seems to dilapidate
Is there a heartbeat in dying ambition?
Is there consensus in self-extermination?

When all hope is depleted
When fear feasts on the flourishing ignorance
Despair wields the merciless whip
Driving the steeds of internal turmoil

Like a parasitic worm, like an airborne virus
It spreads through twisted words
Isn't that halo of "good" corruption in itself?
In self-righteousness you dwell
God is not the answer
Let me be the cyanide of your salvation!

What will you believe?
What can you trust?
What will make you care?
What would be the reason for you to live?
This perfect storm
Comes from within
Could it be true that
"The Devil is composed out of God's ruins"