Fiction Kingdom

Dig yourself a shallow grave
Your life is not the legacy of honor you would dig six feet for
Broken is the way you came
And broken is the way that you will leave when everything is paid for
Make another hollow claim
A fable of regurgitated nothing we could tear wide open
False in every possible way
Your god is still the powerless creation you will lose your hope in
Now you bleed for the lord of hate
That you stole from the pages of truth
And separate the product from its own account
To birth a gospel of inferior view
Black reign is all in dream
Your truth is absolution’s end
Dead is the way you stake your life on
The oblivious belief
What a waste to sell your spirit for
Dead is the way you stake your life on
The oblivious belief
What a waste to sell your spirit for
Lay upon the bed you made
Your word is not the legacy of truth that you would bet your life on
Stand and face a mirrored blade
And tremble in the wake of your conviction as you put your life on
Now you bleed for the lord of hate
That you stole from the pages of truth
And separate the product from its own account
To birth a gospel of inferior view
Black reign is all in dream
Your truth is absolution’s end
Dead is the way you stake your life on
The oblivious belief
What a waste to sell your spirit for
Dead is the way you stake your life on
The oblivious belief
What a waste to sell your spirit for
This war is a page unwritten
But we know how it ends
Take a step to the throne, convicted
Choking back your amends
Cry the death of fiction kingdom
Your truth is absolution’s end
Dead is the way you stake your life on
The oblivious belief
What a waste to sell your spirit for