Hoax

False prophets embolden the blind Beam signals of hope

The suns blistering rays of decline Shed light on the Hoax

Souls sink below with nowhere to roam As we suffer in death, we go it alone

No coffin to carry you home

We send preachers to rot

Most suck all the life from their bones

Chase gold til they drop

Gods and omens of old keep you afloat

Lead the blind to the gallows to tie their own rope

Tie your own rope

Bound to altars abysmal with rot

Dawn a fool's stench of gold

Scourge of weakness strikes down from the top As it conquers and grows

Black heavens, burnt remnants of hope

Lead the blind to the gallows to tie their own rope

Tie your own rope