God damn this home
Corrodes away my bones
we are not quite whole
taking a toll on me

God damn this home
Built with mirrors and smoke
these daggers and cloaks
taken below again

This place is for those forgotten long ago
Convinced their ramblings will impact the state of their soul

God damn this home
God damn this home

God damn this home
Once bright now a dull glow
As the poison takes it’s hold
Witness the fall again

God Damn this home
Inescapable Cold
I could leave and I would grow
But I’ll just scratch my name in these walls again

The light in our eyes and the forests of old
are proof that this place is not what we’ve always been told

God damn this home
God damn this home

God damned this home
So long ago
For this sacrifice
We will not forget
We luminesce and will cleanse
Memories of home

What says this testament?
Blood makes the grass grow. Kill!
What says your parishioner?
Our god commands us. Kill!

God damned this home
Now we grow in this immensity
We look up and see black
When once it was divinity
Countless lifetimes spent
Staring at this reflection

What says this testament?
Blood makes the grass grow. Kill!
What says your parishioner?
Our god commands us. Kill!

God damn this home

Somewhere between immensity and divinity
Is created this moment
It’s us on the edge of this infinite spiral
And 40 thousand generations stare
At the reflection off your eyes looking in

And so have come
All of these
Sinful and righteous men
The soul-less
The blood thirsty tyrants
The merciful
The blessed and sacred
Our oppressors
And those who would pay them heed
The martyrs
Those pious to the end
The prophets
Those who looked up and saw black
These false kings
The peasants who bring the guillotine
The conquerers
The dead who earned their wealth
A messiah
Those who prayed for a saviour
And none have seen the blade
And none have seen the blade

40 thousand generations stare
40 thousand generations stare
At the reflection off of your eyes looking in
40 thousand generations stare
At the reflection off of your eyes looking