Boy Sets Fire - Bathory's Sainthood Lyrics
Do you feel alive now that you own the deadPraying on their corpses, their hearts no longer feelYour sainthood is obvious on every starving faceYour deceptions given us a way to separateThe poor from their hate, the rich from the stoneGenuflect away the sins that weve knownSure one percent rules, but heavens made of goldSo chalk it up to folly and consequence aloneDo we really want what we really need a bastard messiahWrapped up in the dream of patriotic clean white washed desireAnd every time the real wars defined, the trenches are filled to hide battle linesTorches to bridges and bridges to tortureHeadlines distort what we see as our bordersAnd what gives us the right to feed with remorse for a God they createdA God for the poor, for bathory were bleeding out the devil hicks in angelic shroudsBlasphemy as speaking out weve asked for it for more of the sameSad scheme of ghettos created by the power elite, for our minds and souls burningNo longer for freedom invoked just more of the same.
