The Temple of Empty Echoes

We were forged from clay,
the Deity gave us breath,
but doctrine took the sacred
and renamed it as commandment.

Forced to fear the cross and nails,
they struck our conscience deep,
and marked us into silence,
like souls not meant to speak.

Paradise concealed its gates
behind a veil of green,
well-endorsed and praised aloud
by hands that keep it clean.

Cling to the clan or be cast to hell,
with sins they built and sold,
fabricated, multiplied…
a story we were told.

We built a temple out of empty echoes,
praying to voices we don’t even know,
bread on the table, but no one is fed,
faith turned to silence inside of our heads.

The bread expired on the table,
the wine ran dry at the feast,
only hollow words remained
preached by ghosts of belief.

Echoes filled the empty halls,
repeating what was said,
sermons without spirit now
still ringing in our heads.

We built a temple out of empty echoes,
praying to voices we don’t even know,
bread on the table, but no one is fed,
faith turned to silence inside of our heads.

Dark indie alternative, slow tempo, cinematic atmosphere, emotional female vocals, minimal but powerful