Cut out the lights, you don't need any
Lights are fading away, it shines elsewhere
Grace, you've been put out from grace
Dishonesty, you're granted from it

Got yourself stood in the edge about to slips away
Cliff, opening it's way, channel you to seventh level of contrition
Awaiting the hour of reprisal
Left you in your own misery

Reverend, reverend
Is this a conspiracy?
Your whole life is a conspiracy
Crucified for no sins

No mercy on you
No revenge beneath you
Nothing new for you to see
Blood stream down from the lacerated sky

As its marches you to the purgatory
Boisterous sounds going on
Reminiscing the sworn you've had
It's where you're ascended from now on