Letra da Música: Post Replica - Twelve Tribes

It's been said that progress...
That progress is the promise of annihilation.
Prayers will burn and war
Will be a sign of the end
Until no one is left
To medicate humanity
Of the belief in the cure
For the sickness which it taught.

We are held hostage
In the name of self denail
Consumed by the grace of your god.

We are held hostage in the name - rise and awake.

The perception of our hell is their sleight of hand.

Misdirecting our love into worship
Keep your finger on the pulse
'cause the vein has been cut
And the blood has become my religion

Ive replaced the walls of my defenses
Against the unaffected god
Infested portraits of fear and redemtion
Rise and awake for this new offering of life.
Rise for this new for prison
For church and for saint
For thief the opiate
Of our sacred city.

Mass media armed to the teeth there is truth to burn and war in the streets.