Collapse Of The Red Giant by Your Hands Write History Lyrics

Dredge the depths of hell with shovel and hand, but you can never conceal the truth
Build your temple as high as you can, but you will never contain our spiritual youth
Sever the limbs that inquest your throne, breaking the bones of your own body
Curse the earth for yielding only her stone
Bandage the carcass of an archaic donkey
When you preach, I hear a choir of conceited worms crawling out from the abyss, to create a kingdom of wealth for themselves
So raise the banner of, false security adhered by a thread, under the flag that we pledge our allegiance
Feed the effigies inside of our heads, to numb our contempt for our appearances
Destroy the foreign horde with guided rockets
You mediate the earth with a selfish fist
Bow to the god that fills your wallet
God bless America, survival of the richest
But as the walls of our church dissolve, we hear the cries that were made silent, and as the confines of our souls evolve, witness the collapse of the red giant
We are isolated in eisegesis
Usher in the abolition of the paramnesia event horizon
We’re isolated in eisegesis
All our fears will be laid to rest in the great expanse of the void’s regress