The Cold Grip of Hypocrisy Lyrics

Your crux

Your scapegoat

Your shackled old man

Your means

Your fucking reason

Your end

Cold

The cold grip

Of hypocrisy caressing

Depictions

You expect deliverance, acquittance

I watch you

From the barrier of skin

It's all just a symptom

Of the human condition

Condition

Where will you go

If you cannot

Hide behind

Your god?

White knuckle

Tendrils tear at my skin

That same cold grip

The same fear, the same sin

With your dying breath

You'd choose to condemn

Caged animal

Humanity forgotten, you've become

Undone

Where will you go

If you cannot

Hide behind

Your god?

The cold grip

Where is your fucking god?

Where will you go

If you cannot

Hide behind

Your god?