Dead Weights

Bow down before me

We are doomed
Surrounded by angels

A false paradise
Built under ruins
Until the last of us
Is left standing
We will never bow to anyone
Worship a God
Who needs you to exist
Without masters
There is no fear

Bow down to these
Dead weights

Maybe Styx is right
You must fall

Fear makes you strong
But we are many
What makes you real
Has now become your weakness

Only the lost lambs remains