Sorrows Hold - Beware The Hypochristians Lyrics

Scorned
Rejected
I was broken
Left for dead

Better off with pagans and witches
Better off in the snare of the Fowler
Better off in the trap of the enemy
Better off now
Beware the HypoChristians

But in your company sweet empty words
Promises that come to nothing so void
Love that is empty as the Savior's tomb
You cannot give what you never have known

Better off with pagans and witches
Better in the snare of the Fowler
Better in the trap of the enemy
Better off now
Beware the HypoChristians

When I lost it all and had no one left
When all I had was you
You left me for dead with your fake love
Fake Christians

When I broke under loss and grief
Presence thin as the air
Love as tangible as the void
Your promise as empty as I am now
The promise empty as I am now

You turned your heart
From your son
I turn it now from you
When it returned
You turn from me
I now return to the dark

I return to the grave
To the place where I am loved
By the pagan and the witch