His Name Was Bishop

With the dawn brings vision of the crawling field

Riddled with vain attempts. All in a corpse, so familiar

But not my own

This is the difference, between you and I

We are the captive fighters

But cuffs must hold stronger. Stronger than skin

Oh, but until the drops number the floor I'll pull

Cause I saw the gates

And they're guarded by a greedy shield

And the most carnal of edge

This is the difference. You've left on your own, so forlorn

What have you done?! You've traded the chains

And bought yourself a new crown

Now there are no bars! Now there are no bars!

(Be ready) when lips reveal the knives a victim

from light, becomes feed for the parched

Bishop, you're as far from the cloth as the dogs

And we share that familiar thirst

Bishop, mouths wet with the thought of meat

To tear and taste, but will it quench? It never does

Oh our crest is the same, but it's a lie when you wear it

It's a lie, but were still seen the same

For the chain and the drops lure

And you, the captive fighter, with victory off your tongue

Don't you see? Thats what you did

When the weak looked up to you!

You fraud! Wear your crown of greed

Light the pyre!

A fraud has been found!

Let it be known, this war will not be won

Without fire, without loss, or without a fight