Cursed - Counterparts

We ache to be transparent

We run from the «open"arms;

The facade of something greater than ourselves

And we’re left to coexist with infestation

Our history is cursed

Through the past, present, and future

If they’re created in his image

Then his image is disgusting…

And even he can’t wipe you clean

How can someone see so far ahead

While they’re spending every day on their knees?

Is the view from above really worth the judgement passed?

The fear, the lies, and the manipulation?

A doctrine bathed in ignorance

And written in the blood of the enslaved

And I have never lost my faith

I just never had any to begin with

I would sooner die for my sins

Than pray for my forgiveness

Sew my palms together

And crucify the thoughts in my mind

Awaiting Armageddon

Neglecting to exercise the demons in your head

You’re «born again,»

But you’re better off dead

Conversion or a casualty

Renounce and save yourself

Is the view from Heaven really worth all of the judgement passed?

The pestilence that you’ve inflicted

And the souls of all the loved ones we’ve lost?

We are the sheep that rose against the shepherd

We are the ones you led astray

Embrace the light in your heart

Not the one in the sky

Saints and sinners rejoice

We will all rot together