Temples of Praise

To await the day when you're removed from your place

is that your lot? is that your reward?

my mind is clearer than it ever was before

for I reject that which can not be ignored

I await the day when you're showing your true place

you will beg and cry on the day that you die

no amount of tears can stop what must be done

any amount of fear forces you to come undone

(chorus)

nothing has changed

genocide spawns rebirth

in temples of praise

only death is your escape

from age to age generations waste their breath

only from within can you truly face your death

like a machine that harvests over the land

like a perfect being following a master plan

in lifes winter when your years are so called gold

would you look back would you want to change your path

bow down and receive your death

to await the day when you're removed from your place

is that your lot? is that your reward?

no amount of tears can stop what must be done

any amount of fear forces you to come undone

(chorus)