Mocking Tongue Lyrics

The split

The rupture

The unraveling to come

From the mouth of god now fall

The mind, the teeth, the tongue

The sins

The rapture

The threat of the impending flood

Answers to riddles he painted across the blinding sun

Mocking the failure of his own creation

To see the meaning of it all

Keeping a distance while the whispers still reach us

Spreading gospel of our faults

Crack our facade, weaken our foundation

Create illusions of shelter when ours begins to fall

We stitched the glimpses of our creator's failures into the portrait of man

Portrait of man

We made a god of a mirage when fate was in our hands

Within our own homeland, we wander as nomads

With another's tongue we speak

Chasing the paths left by our own tracks

Murmuring of what is left to see

We're of one mind; detached, in decline

Unwilling to accept

We can't survive what's left to find

A world left for dead

We can't survive

What's left to find

A world we've left for dead

We've left for dead

Mocking the promise of all we could be

With words we've spoken, never thought

Heads in the clouds, our kingdoms sunken beneath us

Our minds astray, our bodies rot

Broken, bred to spread our weakness

That some lines are never crossed

We made a god of a mirage

When fate slipped from our grip

With only thought, prisons were wrought

His words trapped us within

Tricks of the light we called divine

Following 'til our time's end

We can't survive what's left to find

A world we've left for dead

We can't survive what's left to find

A world we've left for dead

We can't survive what's left to find

A world we've left for dead

We can't survive what's left to find

A world we've left for dead

We can't survive what's left to find

A world we've left for dead

We can't survive what's left to find

A world we've left for dead