Skin Of Redemption

Grip so tight, behind tired eyes
Control no more, creator of lies

Start of new flesh
Storm the force on the outside chapel
Tear the skin of an old redemption
Sobriety exists to be torn down

The god of shit

Consequences mean nothing now
You've been made God by your own demand
All in shadow
Take your hands to the weaker ones
Hold back struggle inside
And show them glory

Rising up
Layers breaking

Feel them rise, feel the fight
Like to them I'll beat you now
Like to them... I'll beat you down

I am the only god
The one that counts