festivals of ATONEMENT Lyrics

So you want control

Well you've got to sell your soul

I can show you how

Is it possible to learn this power

And it goes like

And it goes like like like this

And goes like like like

Uh uh, uh uh

Can you save your life by your own hand

Some call me a prophet, others a mad man

To some, I'm a comrade, others a bad friend

Forget about the optics, this is my last stand

Speaking of God in the past tense

The assassins, do we laugh at committing murder

And somehow we bear to dance in the mirror

Feelin' ourselves, and yet remain inferior

Reach for divinity, the eye gets wearier

Here we are, fallin' asleep to supersede into a dream world

Drink up the sea, and be the leaders of the free world

Do you believe in anything outside of these words

Now you got me thinkin' me neither

I've taken all I need

So I killed him in his sleep

You know the tragedy

Now I'm the only one who can save me

But this is my profession

What I say that I believe and what I do to bring the bread in

When the truth becomes a dead end

I become the thing itself and even God is dead then

I don't know what that means

Maybe I'm a fool even goin' that deep

Got me feelin' low now that's what I get

Time begins to slow down as I drift

Into the abyss with intent to appreciate it

I'm just a bit inebriated

I'm thinkin' and sinkin' to worlds uncharted

Away from all suns with burning hearts in

Our chests, the darkness falling

Perceive the light of a further calling

Affirming life where the worm was gnawing

A word of warning

Enough metaphors, they'll infer you're stalling

I've taken all I need

So I killed him in his sleep

You know the tragedy

Now I'm the only one who can save me

I am the arbiter, giver and taker of power

I hold the keys

Can you take a life and become it

I am the author and keeper of peace and destruction

I am the king

Can you save your life by your own hand

I know I beat around the bush too long

Readin' all these books too long

Thinkin' maybe I been doin' what I should too long

And it don't feel right but it don't look wrong

Cause I ain't really rockin' with ascetics

But it's sure as hell a popular aesthetic

With people who are sure of hell, thought I'd go to heaven

But then every time I'm there I gotta act like I regret it

Does it even make sense

Feelin' like it doesn't even make sense

Does what I'm sayin' even make sense

That if I kill God then I must be him

And I don't see another way out

Who will bring the offering

Broken people I don't wanna let down

Who will be the sacrifice

For our souls, who atones

Who will lay beneath the knife

Murder of all muderers

Who will wipe this blood off of you

What water is there for you to clean yourself

What festivals of atonement

What sacred games will you have to invent

Must you not become a god yourself simply to appear worthy of this