Lamb Of God

Never fear the truth,
or a lie correctly used
When everything you do
comes back three times to you
By any other name,
the guilty still remain
Suspended in the feign,
pawn to his own intentions
Still hidden in the fold
The story bought and sold
Commodified indoctrinate expendables into the splendid lie.
Bound by the chain of lies you've wrapped around you
You're trapped in regression
Dying in the face of the truth
Stoic in silence we're blind inside the void
Ruins remind us of all we've destroyed
Dead rail
No way back from here
The mainline to nowhere
Still hidden in the fold
The story bought and sold
Commodified indoctrinate expendables into the splendid lie.