Real and grim 'til the end of our days
Looking from within
You're going to find me
Counting sins with an eye
Stinging in like an arrow

Feed on the guilt of those who believe

Hear the rhyme, the everlasting lie
Dare to defy it everlasting lie

Running blind to the saviour of souls
They were told about
But they don't find him
In the eyes and the face
Of a cold lifeless idol