Will you be the carrion to inspire The ravens of lust Will you please the weak empire The only kind that lasts After all the tributes To the bloody regime You'll have to pay the price For being canonized Still you lack things to believe in In the world of make-believe A life to die for is hardly worth living When it hurts to live The vulture in human form Put into greatness by the swarm Will you search for martyrdom To redeem the righteous hate Will you refight the battles won Without the bondages of faith With all the powers you hold Will you ever dare To practice what you preach To face the one you leech Pleasant is truth but the one you evade Vicious are dreams but the ones you create Those feeding desire to manipulate Scars of submission are too deep to be healed When the damage inflicted to the one who won't bleed The one who will nourish the machine as you did