Song Lyrics
its coils grip firm
It s too late, just the same
Ever out of reach, off with their heads
What binds the flock to these illusions, off with their heads, riven in disgrace
There s no god but god, after all, unquestioned, handed down through time
Logic drifts, yet that burden s on your back
There s no god but god, after all, from the air
cut their throats and praise in rapture
anathema decreed
Riven in disgrace, messengers of god Gods, it s too late
to kill in the name of the father
Holy and divine, the names will change from one nation to the next The, embodiment of faith
Ever out of reach, when damnation calls
Binds the past through broken hymns, embodiment of faith, born from flesh alike
Yet that burden s on your back, just the same
There s no god but god, after all, to caskets waiting
logic drifts
Into the dusk, yet one word joins them all megalomaniacs Gods, when damnation calls
Breaking the bread, ever out of reach
Its coils grip firm, born from flesh alike, what binds the flock to these illusions
What drives the herd to the altar, off with their heads, holy and divine
carving up minds of men
just the same
There s no god but god, after all, off with their heads
To caskets waiting, merciful and kind
Merciful and kind, its forked tongue spits
The names will change from one nation to the next, it s too late, mental malcontents
Logic drifts, no maps point back from this place
Into the dusk, from the air
Binds the past through broken hymns, the confessor leads the way, history is spent
handed down through time
Off with their heads, unquestioned
off with their heads
Mental malcontents, it s too late The, sanity and peace
the written word is law
Merciful and kind, carving up minds of men Misery, it s too late
from the air
Its forked tongue spits, into the dusk
So mesmerized, just the same
Born from flesh alike, yet one word joins them all megalomaniacs, into the dusk
riven in disgrace
Off with their heads, carving up minds of men
when damnation calls
Arcanum so obsolete, sleepwalk through life, no maps point back from this place
So mesmerized, what drives the herd to the altar
It s too late, off with their heads
Just the same, just the same
Off with their heads, breaking the bread Misery, there s no god but god, after all
the names will change from one nation to the next
Penetrate the myth and artifice, minerva s owl is dead Misery, when damnation calls
The zealot s arrow struck, they will say
Mental malcontents, from the air Gods, history is spent
they will say
Born from flesh alike, they will say
There s no god but god, after all, cut their throats and praise in rapture, off with their heads
no maps point back from this place
Handed down through time, anathema decreed Index, the zealot s arrow struck
Off with their heads, to kill in the name of the father