The Armed - Blessings lyrics

Bow To its will A presence in your mind You take the pill No conscience Mind's ill No favor Or goodwill They built a house of lies Upon this hill Reigning on down from high This soulless shill No conscience Mind's ill No patience Or free will Lies Peace of mind Free of sin Denier, denier, denier Abide to every rule That they wrote for themselves Now Uproot this hill Undo their subterfuge Deny their will Our longing Their hate Our victory Their shame Ride There's no need for guilt and There's no need for shame Take the blame off of yourself And throw it away It's everyone else They're holding you back Or maybe you're really scum I'd bet