His Name Was Bishop - Oh, Sleeper

With the dawn brings vision of the crawling field

Riddled with vain attempts.

All in a corpse, so familiar but not my own

This is the difference, between you and I. We are the captive fighters

But cuffs must hold stronger.

Stronger than skin

Oh, but until the drops number the floor I’ll pull

Cause I saw the gates, I saw the gates

And they’re guarded by a greedy shield and the most carnal of edge

This is the difference.

You’ve left on your own, so forlorn

What have you done?!

You’ve traded the chains, and bought yourself a new crown

Now there are no bars!

Now there are no bars!

When lips reveal the knives a victim from light, becomes feed for the parched

Bishop, you’re as far from the cloth as the dogs

And we share that familiar thirst

Bishop, mouths wet with the thought of meat, to tear and taste

But will it quench?

Because it never does

Oh our crest is the same, but it’s a lie when you wear it.

It’s a lie!

For the chain and the drops lure

And you, the captive fighter, with victory off your tongue

Thats what you did when you made your own crown.

That’s what you did!

When the weak looked up to you!

But you wore your own crown

You fraud!

Light the pyre!

A fraud has been found!

Let it be known, this war will not be won without fire, without loss,

or without a fight