Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thegodmachine: The Rider , by - Phinehas. Release date: 29.09.2011
Song language: English
Thegodmachine: The Rider |
| Trapped in the trenches |
| Overrun by idols |
| We’ve strapped pride to our bones and sealed it with our skin |
| Looking for a way to beat this system |
| We’re trading life for a corpse |
| Entangled with the dead and silenced by our guilt |
| We’ve strapped pride to our bones and sealed it with our skin |
| I’ve encased myself in a tomb |
| With gods as dead as me |
| Surrounded by stones of depravity |
| I’m already dead |
| And I’m running out of answers out running all the answers |
| We want more |
| We want more |
| Every failure leaves me deeper in the ground |
| Show me what I’ve become |
| Hanging skulls on my branches |
| Waist below the earth |
| I was a fool of lust since the day of my birth |
| Oh my love I haven’t let you go |
| Golden skies will divide to receive your soul |
| Oh my son you’ve just begun to grow |
| But we’ve strapped pride to our bones and sealed it with our skin |
| I’ve encased myself in a tomb |
| With gods as dead as me |
| Surrounded by stones of depravity |
| Turn this tomb to dust |
| I’m already dead |
| Oh my love I haven’t let you go |
| Golden skies will divide to receive your soul |
| Oh my son you’ve just begun to grow |
| But we’ve strapped pride to our bones and sealed it with our skin |
| Oh my God You never let me go… |
| As lifeless as statues |
| As fleeting as dust in the air |
| We’ve robbed Your splendor and replaced it with deceit |
| Replaced with ruin |
| Show us what you see |
| Grace come swiftly |
| Oh God give us rest in You |
| Like the waves upon the shore |
| We can’t hear You in our hearts anymore |
| Grace come swiftly and drag the axe further towards me |
| The son of man approaches the hollows |
| He breaks the guilt in one fell swoop |
| Beheading our treachery |
| Oh God would you bring a burning downpour of Your… blood |
| I can hear the hordes of ghosts screaming in Your choir |
| But would Your love make any difference in a graveyard |
| There’s no running now |
| His thunder shakes the earth |
| There will be no trace of betrayal |
| All creation trembles before You |
| As you lift Your hand |
| Your will be done |