Tempting the angels Stricken with pride Doubts of creation Destroyer of lies Visions of conformity stagnant and feed The burnt feathered wings of heavenly bodies bleed Angels deflowered by human kind Tattered and torn ripped apart to see through my minds third eye Not convinced of existence The false illusions of life Taught of man's creation Yet suspicions have arised Conditioned to believe Upon mere faith I can't rely Look within myself So that I may find god The followers seem content With their holy sedated lives The shroud of repression Covers their bleeding eyes Light of the saviour Blinds and supresses sight Extinguish the flame For in the dark I see more clear Tempting the angels I now can see Tempting the angels Watching them bleed