Stick Figure - Byzantine

Welcome to the skin you wear again

The weeping wound you try to mend

Liar screaming hollow amens

Your conscience disappears

Each time you sin

New life is a possibility

No one is here to see you bow to me

Throw up your hands to the skies

And welcome the new lords

Of your demise

On your fear we feed

And this is the way we bleed

No love just hate my fist your face

The tears they pave my indoctrination

Your knees the pain it comes in waves

You can’t be save because I am the way

Lie to my face not my back

I’m not a stick figure

Three-dimensional figure

On your fear we feed

And this is the way we blee