Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strip Them of Faith, artist - The Convalescence. Album song Monument of Misery, in the genre Date of issue: 27.06.2019
Record label: Legend
Song language: English
Strip Them of Faith |
| War declared on ourselves |
| Lead by the face |
| Known by the world |
| And the land of the free |
| Is the home of the enslaved |
| Blood runs through the streets |
| Innocence lost, it died at our feet |
| And the one true moment of peace |
| Will come when the last breath is torn from this wretched place |
| Lilith my queen |
| Goddess of blasphemy |
| Rise with me |
| We’ll rule this world in suffering |
| Lilith my queen |
| Goddess of blasphemy |
| Rise with me |
| We’ll rule this world in suffering |
| Sinners and saints |
| Will die together |
| With their entrails falling from their corpse |
| Suspended in chains |
| Strip them of faith |
| Remove the faces from the holy ones |
| Stitch them together to create a flag for the end |
| A symbol of the dead, the dying, and the damned |
| With every throat cut, their souls set free into false heavens above |
| Their mortal shells struggle to breathe |
| Decaying in their own filth |
| A cesspool of idiots killing for wealth |
| A living example of moral decay |
| The age of the dollar is finally king |
| A knife to the back of the brother |
| A lie to the face of the son |
| Trying to crawl to the top of this heap |
| While everyone else left to rot underneath |
| A selfish mentality, thinking of one |
| A frantic search for sanity |
| The damage is already done |
| The damage is already done |
| Writhing in pain is pleasure to some |
| A disgusting display of what we’ve become |
| Squirming bodies in a mass of sweat and human waste |
| Twisting limbs, sunlight failing to penetrate |
| Drowning in a pool of atrocities |
| Examining visceral oddities |
| Ripping through flesh |
| Just to taste its disease |
| Humans devouring the dead |
| Cannibalistic survival is filling their heads |
| So quick to judge, so quick to sacrifice |
| So quick to play God, unholy paradise |
| Strip them of faith |
| Remove the faces from the holy ones |
| Stitch them together to create a flag for the end |
| A symbol of the dead, the dying, and the damned |
| With every throat cut, their souls set free into false heavens above |