Rapture

This atmosphere, this smell

All those people sane inside their holy places

This icy silence, the ringing of the bell

A bunch of liars, trying to hide themselves

I'm sick of being fooled by a book

Sick of being blinded by a veil

Blood flows, do they just enjoy the show?

They say white, I see gold

Too many untold stories, too many secrets

They say doves, I see crows

I'll never be the lamb of their fold

Broken homes in the name of those ghosts

So much energy wasted for the sake of wasting

Nourishing lies, dazzling light

We pay the price of your own fight

Breaking the bricks assembled by our own hands

I've been told they're listening, and blasphemy's a crime

I've been told they're watching, I guess they're fucking blind

Should we trust someone living in the sky

When we can't trust those by our side?

They say white, I see gold

Too many untold stories, too many secrets

They say doves, I see crows

I'll never be the lamb of their fold

I'm sick of being fooled by a book

I'm done being blinded by a veil

Don't turn us into your martyrs

We won't save this world with prayers

This atmosphere, this smell

All those people sane inside their holy places

This icy silence, the ringing of the bell

A bunch of liars, trying to hide themselves