You keep in step...
You walk the line...

You do what you do...
Because you're told...

But inside your heart,
it is black, hollow, and cold....

Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?

What if this whole crusade,
is only a charade....

And behind it all,
there's a price to be paid....

For the blood...
For which we dine...

Justified in the name,
of the holy and the divine....

So naive,
keep holding on to what I want to believe...

You can see,
But keep holding on and on and on and on....

Just how deep do you believe?
Can you break away to be free?

Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?

Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?

Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?