Blind Faith (Icons)

Icons turn into ivory Symbols of men, hunger for believe I await a call from hell to erase this wall of sin

Faces of your idols They roam into nothing Lavishing words to praise those who are not worthy

Numb am I to your cries for help Your suffering must be extinct by your own Sacrifice of your intestines They wanna feel to reach the top of the fucking earth

Never again will you taste the wealth After they have convicted you for live Place them high on your wall of fame As they are trying to break down your brain