Only The Holy Survive Lyrics

Now that we're the bloodiest by burden of ancestral crosses

Mobs of destituteness gather 'round the robes of holy masses:

These are the men, considered having accomplished whims,

Who pay tribute to the misdeeds they led slaves to suffer through;

Hordes of sovereign mutes refuting justice for the better good.

When will the raw material silence you from within?

Why can't we rise above this mire?

Oceans of bones that break the surface,

Lighting ripples in the fragments of a history

That only mirrors offenses done to those that died today.

Can we take it back?

Revive the past

And take their place

Among the bones

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That drown our souls

And keep us dead with them

We'll be gone before we see this through

We won't live this through

Then we'll be affiliates through sharpened swords and boundless losses

Mighty institutions father sharpened blades of holy crosses

These are the men considered to be our godsend.

Individuals infusing doctrine for those we misunderstand

Pat us from the left and often tear off the other hand.

This is the concreteness that propagates our deadend

Why is it that we can't acquire

The means by which to nurse our bruises,

Dimming calm shores on the timeline of our misery,

Coasting on bladed shores.