The Gates Of Irony

In darkness loom
our impending doom
The Hippocratic oath of man
Blood flows free,
the religious in our hands
To pray is the way or else die today
The stones that they cast
Backed by fools, regurgitating rules
Of history gone past

OPEN UP YOUR EYES
DECADENCE IN DISGUISE
MARTYRS MARCHING BLIND
REASON HARD TO FIND

Our life's a trial
of unending reprisal
Damned by wrong or rights
The self-righteous fool
who only played the rules
Spoiled in his plight
Words painting words,
convincing when heard

Especially by weakest of minds
Obsessed to begin
the isolation of sin
The system works
time after time

OPEN UP YOUR EYES
DECADENCE IN DISGUISE
MARTYRS MARCHING BLIND
REASON HARD TO FIND

Marching onward to our fate
The past and present collide,
is it too late
The blind still see
in the absence of light
Convert or die,
kneel to the sword or fight

The wind's blowing softly,
clinging to the plains
The crown of sorrow glistens,
steadying its reign
The city of stone crumbles,
toppled by its weight
The path is uncertain,
each must find their own way

Factions killing factions,
hatred their reaction
Righteous is their claim
Damned by birth, back to the earth
Sprouting from where you came
Phantoms grown, our minds in tow
Crawling through embers of red
Patriarchs bearing the mark
Hypnotized by what is said