Who feeds us lies, not even to believe
Who wastes his life to train the flock of sheep
Who cares if after death I see hell or paradise
Isn’t it wolf as a shepherd disguised
Disguised!
Tell me more about what you want me to believe
Convince me I should spend my time on making others pleased
Where is the line I’m not supposed to cross to attain salvation
What can one do to deserve condemnation
If I am not who you expect me to be
If I don’t fit your fake reality
If I am all you find twisted and wrong
Then ask yourself where your ideas took their form
Pray for me, pretend you care
Do nothing, claim all, never share
Until it is too much for sheep to bear
Expect from me unquestionable belief
No thoughts, no doubts, obedience
Replace my cross with sword
Turn or be slaughtered in the name of…
The name of who
Of what?
Of god
What god?
Whose god?
The slavior
If I am not who you expect me to be
If I don’t fit your fake reality
If I am all you find twisted and wrong
Then ask yourself where your ideas took their form
Form!
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where the first HG album felt like a spiritual successor to Necrophagist, I feel that TCoS is TRUE prog tech death, from the melodic clean vox down to the myriad of electric notes. Any time, any day, pop it on, I’m gonna hear it through Lovdahl, Ian