Thegodmachine: The Rider

Trapped in the trenches

Overrun by idols

We've strapped pride to our bones and sealed it with our skin

Looking for a way to beat this system

We're trading life for a corpse

Entangled with the dead and silenced by our guilt

We've strapped pride to our bones and sealed it with our skin

I've encased myself in a tomb

With gods as dead as me

Surrounded by stones of depravity

I'm already dead

And I'm running out of answers out running all the answers

We want more

We want more

Every failure leaves me deeper in the ground

Show me what I've become

Hanging skulls on my branches

Waist below the earth

I was a fool of lust since the day of my birth

Oh my love I haven't let you go

Golden skies will divide to receive your soul

Oh my son you've just begun to grow

But we've strapped pride to our bones and sealed it with our skin

I've encased myself in a tomb

With gods as dead as me

Surrounded by stones of depravity

Turn this tomb to dust

I'm already dead

Oh my love I haven't let you go

Golden skies will divide to receive your soul

Oh my son you've just begun to grow

But we've strapped pride to our bones and sealed it with our skin

Oh my God You never let me go

As lifeless as statues

As fleeting as dust in the air

We've robbed Your splendor and replaced it with deceit

Replaced with ruin

Show us what you see

Grace come swiftly

Oh God give us rest in You

Like the waves upon the shore

We can't hear You in our hearts anymore

Grace come swiftly and drag the axe further towards me

The son of man approaches the hollows

He breaks the guilt in one fell swoop

Beheading our treachery

Oh God would you bring a burning downpour of Your blood

I can hear the hordes of ghosts screaming in Your choir

But would Your love make any difference in a graveyard

There's no running now

His thunder shakes the earth

There will be no trace of betrayal

All creation trembles before You

As you lift Your hand

Your will be done