Atone for the past
Emboldened by their lies
In the absence of reason
They terrorize
My own freewill
No choice to take this path
Impel by force
We tear off the mask
Have no part, the slaughter happens anyway
Can’t seem to quiet their cries in my head
(Impel by force) My article of faith taken to the grave
(impel by force) And with our final judgement, who dies and who’ll be saved
If the burden of contrition is the cost that we pay
My conviction is solid and I won’t walk away
With the burden of contrition
Let this impulse take over
And the cost that we pay
In resistance eternal
My convictions are solid and I won’t walk away