Those in glass houses
Should not throw stones
You've broken everything
That you call home
I'm sick of these cycles and all the lies
I've seen empires fall as I endure this climb
I stand here on the ashes
Of what was built with pride
I can no longer see a world I desire
These leeches leave a deadly mark
The veins have been bled dry
An hourglass of narcissistic hype
We're running out of time
Is this our only future?
A scene just filled with spite
Can't see the world around you
The blindfolds on too tight
I will show you
The fury of the maker's hand
Blegh
The Godhand comes crashing down
The Godhand comes crashing down
The Godhand comes crashing down
These leeches leave a deadly mark
The veins have been bled dry
An hourglass of narcissistic hype
We're running out of time
These leeches leave a deadly mark
The veins have been bled dry
An hourglass of narcissistic hype
We're running out of time