Follow Through

In the eyes of all
Let them come and redeem aloud
Bastard alter, bastard son
Blessed
The moment your gone

In all their prestige
With every gaze gone
Lost in every hallowed hymn their dulled tongues came to speak

Looming illusion
This husk will not take
And won't stand to last
What slips away from us
Call this illusion what you must

In all their prestige
With every gaze gone
Lost in every hallowed hymn that their dulled tongues came to speak