Warner

Wool woven eyes, cosmetic cloak.
Love potion lies, mirrors and smoke
We all have a soul to safeguard or sell,
The living and dying choose heaven or hell

I'll cry for you until you find your own tears
I'll plead for you until you find your own prayers

You pledge allegiance to the ancient serpent,
A tool tethered to his greedy, grisly hands
Don't you know your master doesn't love you? you're a bondman in his land.
You bask in your independence. sure that you're the god of you
But you're broken, bent and bowed down. you do whatever he tells you to

I'll feel it deep when your heart is numb
I'll plant my feet when you turn and run
I'll spread my arms & i'll spill my blood
And i'll rise again, if you'll come to love