Claws Of A God - Oh, Sleeper

Brace yourself, the climb is steep

You’ll need every ounce of brawn

For the mountain won’t stop 'til you bleed

Beware of headlines that volume the growing deceit

That justice will not begin to breed without smoke

Breed without smoke

Keep close things you learned from the fall

And cast your wounds to heal without flaw

Keep close things you learned from the fall

And cast your wounds to heal without flaw

Beware

Beware for there’s a zealot

Unleashed and sighting the end

Through a scope of righteousness that’s blinded by blood on the lens

He won’t stop until his claws reach his faults

And he sees he’s not the hands of God

He’ll choke on the smoke

Choke on the smoke

Keep close things you learned from the fall

And cast your wounds to heal without flaw

Keep close things you learned from the fall

And cast your wounds to heal without flaw

Cast your wounds

Cast your wounds or you’ll choke on the smoke

Choke on the smoke

Choke on the smoke that you breathe from your own code