A Glorified Piece of Blue Sky - The Atlas Moth

How far will we let them go without grievance

How much will we let them take

Before we’ve had enough hypocrisy

Superstitions become gold

And freedom, a lost novella

The great is the nothing but dust

You said nothing outta fear

Crucify them one by one

Three nails for every son

We have come to point out the urgency of truth

We’ve fed our greed for too long

We’ve been devoured whole

They’re wrapped up in hopeless efforts

To try and save our soul

Without truth we exist no longer

Sink into hell on earth

Assemble now, they’re getting stronger

Prepare for your rebirth

It’s all been their lies

Truth be told

Feed 'em to the lions

Since day one, I haven’t heard one goddamn truth

Since day one, I’ve swallowed every fuckin' lie