Temples of the Weak

Drown the one whose tears won't fall
In the face of the maker
It's not hard to face the cold beyond
With a gun in your hands
Constant echoes of reassurance
Mark your path to heaven
If the words of man don't move you
Then let pain make you believe

Fall to your knees
Read from your book of hate
Taste the body that compels you
In the temples of the weak

Bury me with the false, long for disintegration

Speak aloud the words
Delivering the poison
Cut me open now
Lies where life should be