Dig yourself a shallow grave   Your life is not the legacy of honor you would dig six feet for   Broken is the way you came   And broken is the way that you will leave when everything is paid for   Make another hollow claim   A fable of regurgitated nothing we could tear wide open   False in every possible way   Your god is still the powerless creation you will lose your hope in      Now you bleed for the lord of hate that you stole from the pages of truth   And separate the product from its own account, to birth a gospel of inferior view      Black reign is all in dream   Your truth is absolution’s end      Dead is the way you stake your life on   The oblivious belief   What a waste to sell your spirit for      Lay upon the bed you made   Your word is not the legacy of truth that you would bet your life on   Stand to face a mirrored blade   And tremble in the wake of your conviction as you put your life on      Now you bleed for the lord of hate that you stole from the pages of truth   And separate the product from its own account, to birth a gospel of inferior view      Black reign is all in dream   Your truth is absolution’s end      Dead is the way you stake your life on   The oblivious belief   What a waste to sell your spirit for      This war is a page unwritten, but we know how it ends   Take a step to the throne, convicted   Choking back your amends      Cry the death of fiction kingdom   Your truth is absolution’s end      Dead is the way you stake your life on   The oblivious belief   What a waste to sell your spirit for