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Your god is a homeless assassin
who roams the world to save
he's digging for buried treasures
leaving nothing but fields of graves
(leaving nothing but fields of graves)
the tears will fly like birds of vengeance
the sky will bury us all
the church bells will sound like sirens shrieking
the hole will be dug for the fall
through the smoke its now getting clearer
who led us into the burning theater
and into the rain of bodies and ashes
and into the courtrooms of pitched blackness
and into the secret firing lines
and into the barbed wire dug in around our minds
(dug in around our minds)
the tears will fly like birds of vengeance
the sky will bury us all
the church bells will sound like sirens shrieking
the hole will be dug for the fall
Your god is dying much younger than Rome
he's killed so many he can't go home
your god's heart is a tumor now rotten
born of a blood thats never, thats never forgotten
and this is my last letter to you x4
I'm walking the belt way and
there's something I've got to do x3
Translate to:
Your god is a homeless assassin
who roams the world to save
he's digging for buried treasures
leaving nothing but fields of graves
(leaving nothing but fields of graves)
the tears will fly like birds of vengeance
the sky will bury us all
the church bells will sound like sirens shrieking
the hole will be dug for the fall
through the smoke its now getting clearer
who led us into the burning theater
and into the rain of bodies and ashes
and into the courtrooms of pitched blackness
and into the secret firing lines
and into the barbed wire dug in around our minds
(dug in around our minds)
the tears will fly like birds of vengeance
the sky will bury us all
the church bells will sound like sirens shrieking
the hole will be dug for the fall
Your god is dying much younger than Rome
he's killed so many he can't go home
your god's heart is a tumor now rotten
born of a blood thats never, thats never forgotten
and this is my last letter to you x4
I'm walking the belt way and
there's something I've got to do x3