(Verse 1)
Crucify truth on a marble stage,
Polished lies, dressed up rage.
Silver tongues with a serpent’s hiss,
Shake your hand, slit your wrist.
Holy men with a pocket full of sins,
Smilin’ wide with slaughtered grins.
Buildin' kingdoms on your despair,
Golden thrones on electric chairs.
(Pre-Chorus)
Feast on the plague, call it divine,
Poison the well, sell it as wine.
Preachin’ light from a pitch-black hole,
Draggin’ us down to save their soul.
(Chorus)
Welcome to heaven where the flowers scream,
Where every broken promise fuels the dream.
They sell your scars as a holy prize,
Haloed in blood, wearin’ God’s disguise.
(Verse 2)
TV gods, got their scripture tight,
Wrapped in fear and neon light.
Their truth’s a cage, lined in gold,
Feedin' on the young, betrayin’ the old.
Spit in the dirt, call it seed,
Grow their empires off your need.
Hug your pain, kiss your name —
Then light your world up in campaign flame.
(Breakdown)
Twist the cross —
Let it burn!
Preach your shit —
Never learn!
Crown of glass on a throne of bones,
Smilin’ wide while they break your home.
No snakes here —
Just well-dressed thieves,
Wearin' your hope
On rolled-up sleeves.
(Inserted Verse – Post-Breakdown)
Grew their riches in a field of bones,
Harvested faith with a dial tone.
Broadcast pain in a suit and tie,
Wrote their truths in a suicide sky.
No prayers here — just loaded polls,
Crackin’ smiles while they auction souls.
Built this Eden with blood and smoke,
Then hung the noose with a patriot's cloak.
(Chorus)
Welcome to heaven where the flowers scream,
Where every broken promise fuels the dream.
They sell your scars as a holy prize,
Haloed in blood, wearin’ God’s disguise.
(Bridge - Spoken / Whispers & Screams)
They planted lies in sacred dirt,
Told you it's love while watchin’ you hurt.
This ain't salvation — it's a fucking scam,
You're just the lamb in their goddamn plan.
(Outro - Screamed / Chaotic)
Tear down the gates,
Burn what’s green!
This garden’s fake —
It ain't serene!
Cut the roots,
Choke the bloom,
We were never
Outta the womb.
Their Eden's dead —
It always was!
Just a stage
For their applause.
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