Twelve Tribes

It's been said that progress...
that progress is the promise of annihilation.
Prayers will burn and war will be a sign of the end until
no one is left to medicate humanity
of the belief in the cure for the sickness which it taught.
We are held hostage in the name of self
denail consumed by the grace of your god.
We are held hostage in the name - rise and awake.
The perception of our hell is their sleight of hand.
Misdirecting our love into worship
keep your finger on the pulse
'cause the vein has been cut
and the blood has become my religion
Ive replaced the walls of my defenses
against the unaffected god
infested portraits of fear and redemtion rise and
awake for this new offering of life.
Rise for this new for prison for church
and for saint for thief the opiate of our sacred city.
Mass media armed to the teeth
there is truth to burn and war in the streets.