The deal is fixed,
The cards are cut,
All of the heathens,
They are drinking from the cup,
This crooked game,
Is not of luck,
Digging down,
To reach the top,
Followers all scream for more until they're drunk,
And all god's children could give a fuck.

The way of the beast is tragedy by design,
Collateral waste,
Will you drown in the noise you have made?
Surrounded by darkness,
You won't hide from the lights,
There is no escape,
From the ones who would profit from shame,
Will you drown in the noise you have made?

The wings are clipped,
The bird half-cut,
Gone is the one who made her home among the stars,
A fall from grace,
Becomes her artg,
Digging down,
No looking up,
When the riches and rewards are not enough,
And all god's children could give a fuck.

They'll chew you up,
And spit you out,
The promise of demise is a religion,
The audience makes no sound,
They can't take their eyes off a collision.

When enough is enough,
Not enough is too much.


Lyrics submitted by unbeliever121

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