Uprooted From Brimstone Lyrics

I'm gonna make it known;
the putrid waste that you've sown
into the earth, into its fields.
Against the truth, you'll have no shield to
cover your actions or conceal
the dross you spit up; It will be fully revealed
for the vanity it really is;
just hollow words from lying lips.

We let you into our homes
and you made us forget where home is.
We let you into our homes
and you made us forget what home is.

Homesick.
Homesick.
I'm sick.
I'm so sick...

of the so called home you built,
and everything you've planted in our midst.
We've dug our way past it, we've dug our way home,
past every lie and all false hope.
We're gonna make it known;
all the evil that you've provoked.
Our ears are shut, our backs are turned.
Our former lives have been overturned.

Son of satan, misteaching your kids how to love; I hate it.
You will be burned as you're exposed to the light, like
weeds thrown into the fire, always burning.
All that you've planted will wither in the sunlight.

The truth you suppressed will be dug out from the dirt,
and as it is magnified, you will be buried
in its place, alongside
your wasted life's work.

We let you into our homes.
We let you into our homes.

Pull the weeds,
unearth the brimstone
uproot the seeds
of worldly wisdom.
Your fortunes are told
for the fortunes of gold
and all that had to be sold
was your own very soul.
The wealth of heaven
you refuse to know.
You traded it all
for the depths of sheol.
These words will burn like pesticide to your pestilence.

Homesick.
Homesick.