A turn of the century, the ground bleeds With red blood turned black Soot smears the filthy faces Of the children waiting for salvation A fixation on the useless The stagnation, a tragic misconception Hope for a day never coming The mind strays, until it has faded away Crowd every numbing crevice, you won't be safe inside You have been proven guilty, this will be rectified There is no gain in failure, their lives are in your hands You yourself made those choices, now justice they demand Heathens swarm ruined churches Desecrating once proud steeples The congregation has been tainted Mutilated from what it once was Deserted pews fill cathedrals Like a needle they steal life until dry Hope for a day never coming The mind strays and you are the cause Fools, the shibboleth shall destroy you For change you are afraid End, hell is what awaits It will encase you