I didn't come to tread lightly 'round the mortal god beneath
I didn't come to tread lightly; seen Leviathan's teeth
The Stockholm Syndrome of civil religion
If a god is what you need then a god is what you'll feed
They're ghosts in the machine
The flag and the creed
Put your faith in me
I didn't come bend the knee
I came to stand
God without being, god without life
Leviathan swarms and demands sacrifice
Priests and kings both bow before
The only thing life guarantees
Hail the mortal god
We the people, destroyer of worlds
We the people, am death become
Life makes survivors of us all
Your hunger for glory
Bloodlust for fame
You thirst for greatness
But the world will forget your name
Mortal god
The world will forget your name
