Servitude - Byzantine

Who, who do you serve?

For whose empire and for whose whims?

Is your honor judged by men?

Will you lie?

Will you lie if they say it’s their will?

Will you die or continue to kill?

Until the generals all have their fill

Craven cowards

Armchair warriors

You will serve them well

What, what will you write?

For whose pleasure, for whose delight?

Will your readers see your light?

Will you say that the singer can’t blow you away

That we hate people just 'cause they’re gay

Women and children all stay away

To whom, whom do you pray?

Do dollars wash your sins away

Does God love cold hard cash?

Do you say, if we all just continue to pay

All our ailments will go away

And our souls all will be saved

God’s not with you

«Holy Roller»

Your heart dwells in hell

Why, why do you run?

Our awareness has spoiled your fun

Our eyes see you too clear

Will you hide from the joy of expressing our pride

For the leaders and people who’ve died

While combating your genocide

Chains are breaking

Minds are waking

Soon we’ll serve no more