False prophets

Ash in the air

Sirens like hymns to the end

Children of famine stare

Waiting for something to mend

They rise from the screens and the pulpits

White teeth

Black hearts

Clean hands

Selling salvation in slogans

Counting the bones in the sand

They dress up the fear as an answer

They harvest the grief and the grief

"Bow your head

Pay the price

You'll be sheltered"

While they steal the last spark of belief

Thrones of hollow fire

Built on bodies

Bought with lies

Raise your hands

False messiahs

Bless the blood that never dries

In the flood and the famine

They sing

"Only I can make you whole"

Thrones of hollow fire

Burning out the people's souls

Storm splits the sky over cities

Sirens compete with their chants

Promises poured like poison

Into mouths too tired to stand

They measure the worth of the dying

In ratings

In gold

In a seat

Turn our despair into empires

While they trample the last of the weak

[choir] Kyrie

Kyrie

Kyrie eleison

[low vocal register] Mercy is sold by the pound

By the pound

[choir] Dies irae

Dies illa

All your saviors are dragging you down

[growled vocals] War at the border

Flood in the field

They call it "order"

But the wound never heals

[full voice

Soaring]

Tear down the pulpits of vultures

Let their banners turn to dust

We are not coins for their kingdom

We are the broken they were sworn to save