I bear the crown of insignificance
And I guess when you're talking to yourself
All your prayers are worthless
Golden tongues have lost their shine
Dressed their lies in thorns and labelled it Christ
No father, no king, this is regicide
Haunted by the thought of an empty sky
Violence in the name of silence
And "mysterious ways"
The guilty speak of penance
But k** in the name of faith
Peering through cracks in the aftermath
ba*tard sons, we pick up the damage done
ba*tard sons, left to die by those above
Bigger hand than us, place existence on the tabletop
Royal blood leaks out at a linear rate of decay
The chalice rusts, the choir sings
Cowards hide their pride in shame
Preachers and cynics alike
Place your faith in the slow decline
Look at what we have all become
Ghosts, staring at the clock face
Watched patiently by the mocking swing of the pendulum
The terrible price of time
We grow, not with age
But to cancer and plague
The organ plays a harrowing serenade
Whispering to the clergy that "the ignorance has started to fade"
The ignorance begins to fade