Fictional Discipline Lyrics

Without a word the confessions lay on your face
Perpetuate this expression for lack of faith
Persistence in the uprooting I lend a hand
To smash the essence and rape their lambs
Misconceived
Vicarious through fear
A need to grieve
Sins that you cannot contain

Souls controlled
Cripple by a thought of the unknown
Living as a disciple of fiction
Behold

Blind reason subsides
Death is just a harsh reality
Souls controlled
Truth will now decide be one with me
Evil soon will sow its seed

Now that the dark holds your appeal
Implicit hate nurtures though time
Scars of the flesh incessant burn
Equates pain in our souls
Drawn to the illusion of sacred
His followers crawl