Worship Syndrome - This Is Hell

In this world of smoke and mirrors, we’re all the same, snakes and sinners

Get off your knees and open your eyes, don’t let the blind lead the blind or

play you part in this charade

Line us up in the deceivers parade

Celebrate false kings and queens and their paper dreams

Everyone wants to be holy, I’d rather be loved

All your greatest fears fall from the sky

For you heaven is promised, but I don’t know why

Everyone wants to be holy, I’d rather be loved

All our greatest fears crash through the floor

For us, hell is promised, and that’s why I believe no more

I sit with my head in my hands and wonder why this is how it has be

Life goes on for everyone while I’m fucking grieving

This is a dedication, not an empty celebration of kings and queens, paper dreams

This false love and worship is the real tragedy