| 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 blaspheme is 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 |