Shamed by the weak and cast down in disgust A shell of a broken man without trust Preaching upon open ears of the deaf Depraved words uttered beneath your cold breath k**ing what's left of the embers of youth Scraping and clawing for a whisper of truth Sewing our mouths shut as nothing escapes Love and grace is a display of a man you once were But unlike the hand of Midas What you touch will turn to sh**
Blood will flow between us And the ground will shake until you repent your sins The touch of cold skin and the embrace of life In darkness dwells secrets in a holy disguise Nothing will soothe you, old hands will turn numb Silence will not speak But unlike the hand of Midas What you touch will turn to sh** Burn this f**ing saviour Until you see the damage you've caused