Of Martyrs & Men

Burdened by the world, too weak to deal with life
Bow to show your love, bow to show devotion
Drowning in the sickness that vomits forth deceit
Fear not what is said, but fear what you believe

Ravaged by their words and into their open arms
Like thieves they'll steal your mind and use it to control
An endless sea of faces, an endless sea of loss
Take your place in line and serve them until the end

Do you think you follow greatness
Do you think you follow the divine

Do you think you are the chosen
Do you think you are the few

A genocide of faith
The faithful wait their turn

Just like slaves...hand in hand
Just like ghosts...souls in hand

You take their lives
You take our hearts
You have no shame

You shake the world
Dramatic stage
For your own gain

You say you're men
We know you're cowards
You pitiful fools
The true strong remain

Just like slaves...hand in hand
Just like ghosts...now you're damned