They say you are immune to sin
Convinced it shadows through your skin
Yet all the while you sit in past alone.
They reel you in, say you're a catch
While behind you lies another batch
And all around they build a cage of stone
The lightning strikes, no thunder sounds
You take one step, you're out of bounds
Now they sever all your flesh from bone.
They take it all, your mind and soul
Lock you in a furnace filled with coal
Still willingly you appear to build their throne
You realize you're no more God's son
They've molded you into a walking gun
Made to pillar all that seems as gold.
They changed reflection in your mirror
With a weary look and a wide blank stare;
Forever you are clay for them to mold
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 3:08 PM UTC
They say you are immune to sin
Convinced it shadows through your skin
Yet all the while you sit in past alone.
They reel you in, say you're a catch
While behind you lies another batch
And all around they build a cage of stone
The lightning strikes, no thunder sounds
You take one step, you're out of bounds
Now they sever all your flesh from bone.
They take it all, your mind and soul
Lock you in a furnace filled with coal
Still willingly you appear to build their throne
You realize you're no more God's son
They've molded you into a walking gun
Made to pillar all that seems as gold.
They changed reflection in your mirror
With a weary look and a wide blank stare;
Forever you are clay for them to mold
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