Blinded Colony

Humanity feast again upon the bittersweet agony
Blameful souls made to serve the persevence
Carving out the innocence bit by bit
See the unpure flesh burn
My morphine is your disbelief
Your lack of knowledge, your fear of pain, your human weakness.
An endless search for peace of mind, never resting.
My morphine is your disbelief
An idol nailed upon the cross misleading thousands
Your belief in divinity, your weakness is your fear of God.
This is the modest modern Messiah
Serving all the blinded all the mislead
This is the modest modern Messiah
Thorned and weak