(Growling)
Careless, to try to think that we've progressed
And the consequence of walking quietly

We only know, what we've been told
Self's exposed and overloaded
These monuments built by thieves

Keep us contained
Polished they stand and guide us
I found a four leaf clover

Hidden within
Buried beneath my fears
And we fall, kneeling

Begging for scraps

(Clean)

Hands and arms stretched out
We reach for what we're given
So privileged

I'd imagine it could be the fall of man

(Growl)

We come from control
A paradigm that leads us through the valley
Into the mouths of wolves

We are being eaten alive
And we fall, kneeling
Begging for what?


(Clean)
Hands and arms stretched out

We reach for what we're given
So privileged
I'd imagine it could be the fall of man


The tailor's shop has closed
And we don't dress for miracles anymore

(Repeat, but with a growl)

Oh, how we believe in

All the monuments built by thieves...
(Repeat twice)