Faith will break the rules
Don't worship the sinners or the saints
It has to be this way
I work to misbelieve the fools
Rejection feed my mind
No chance to deceive your roots
I always seek the truth
And yet everyone dies
And sacrifice their days...
To sanctify the way you live your life
Silent protest is all that's left
No hope, no pride as long as they rest
It's suicide, masses collide
So now it's time to see inside
Inside the iconoclast
Empty hearts, no use
Icons no longer need a face
World must be embraced
One option and many ones to choose
Spirits feel the pain
They see lies beneath the throne
Souls that seek the truth
And yet they cry
And sacrificed their days...
To sanctify the way you live your life
Silent protest is all that's left
No hope, no pride as long as they rest
It's suicide, masses collide
So now it's time to see inside
Inside the iconoclast
This broken image is the picture of the dead
But there's no connection between this and my head
It's more like a third eye seeing beyond the wall
Iconoclasts all over this place and it's all your fault
Silent protest is all that's left
No hope, no pride as long as they rest
It's suicide, masses collide
So now it's time to see inside
Inside the iconoclast
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