I detach myself from the doctrine
And cast away tradition lie
From your fear and promise
Free from the icons that falsify existence
Lies carved in stone. Bleed before me
Wash away the dreams of happiness
Soaked in illusions of conenient council
Untruth in words
This voice of comfort falls short of healing
No redemption, no change
My season remains the same
As I suffer with the sins of my morality
To walk alone
Living with the convictions of my past
Moving forward with hope of forgiveness
For myself, from myself
I will not live in total silence
Anothers voice will not command me
Your loyalty is their pedestal and
I stand above them
Caught between right and wrong
The sheep move towards the alter
The greatest sin is losing faith in ourselves