Bewildering Conception Of Truth

Reaper in the hourglass
Every grain of sand will pass
Monuments of spells we cast
In this age we all die fat

Hail and hallelujahs
Higher purpose for the masses
Begging, thieving, keeping all the good ones for yourself
How to kill unworthy men
Judge them with your own two hands

Seal the frame that shuts your eyes
Use the tool you keep inside
Don't pretend you're not condemned
Don't pretend you're not, you sleep within

Feel the blade cut through your mind and reconnect all the dotted lines
Peeling the layers unable to find nothing but puzzeling signs

Waiting for a God
Future full of riches

All egos tumble
Growing ignorance
No more dire winners
Broken sinners

I wont go cause I'm not here
Little boy you can go anywhere
Don't evolve, vegetate
Little boy you will grow and be fierce
A momentary relapse

Waves from stars aligned
Flying through the haze

Waiting for a God and for a future full of riches
Always gazing up when there is something you are missing
Endless fucking line of all these day to day believers
Oh now all hope is gone

Feel the blade cut through your mind and reconnect all the dotted lines
Peeling the layers unable to find halos

All egos tumble
Growing ignorance
No more dire winners
Broken sinners