Preacher

Mourning in the ashes like dust upon the masses
In a world of which we once felt saved from
Bind a false creation, blind manipulation
Will the bodies rise like our fallen preacher?

Slaves to the hand that feeds
And in tormenting our minds
We are crawling in ruins
Ripped up inside

I’ve seen me insane
I felt my head fall
It took me to bleed
Was it worth it all

Slaves to the hand that feeds
And in tormenting our minds
We are crawling in ruins
Ripped up inside

Pray down on your knees this is the world you find
Fate I have fallen too deep an won’t get out alive
In the end there is no place to hide
I know somehow this is my demise

Fate in these ruins, we’re burning alive
In the ruins where you are defied

Slaves to the hand that feeds
And in tormenting our minds
We are crawling in ruins
Ripped up inside

I’ve seen me insane
I felt my head fall
It took me to bleed
Was it worth it all

Slaves to the hand that feeds
And in tormenting our minds
We are crawling in ruins
Ripped up inside

Pray down on your knees this is the world you find
Fate I have fallen too deep an won’t get out alive
In the end there is no place to hide
I know somehow this is my demise

Preacher
Preacher
In the end there is no place to hide
I know somehow this is my demise