Lyrics We Use Your Dead as Vessels - This Gift Is A Curse

We Use Your Dead as Vessels

Truth is dead / And death never rode in on a fucking pale horse
I am guilty / For unmasking the whole masquerade
Oh, so what will be will now be
They have been feeding you withered lies and grey matter
To keep you still / Beneath their towers and inverted crowns
To serve their light / To harvest their fruit / To suffer in silence
So be still and pray while I dance to these songs of blood
When we fall from light / Hear the choirs numb
And everything you believe will mean nothing at all
When shadows gather / Embrace the dark
And everything you believe will mean nothing at all
When shadows gather / Embrace the dark
What you believe will nothing mean / When shadows gather
I have no desire / I have no domain
I now see what I cast And I can´t flee nor redeem
Pain — I take what I found
Pain — Is all I can be