Crack another skull
Drink the river dry
Hopeless and the hopeful
White from little lies
The ghosts don't mind the violence
They thrive on hollow heads
Tales of crashing lightning
Turn the river red
Godliness is hollow
While they're fighting amongst themselves
Time's a fickle mistress
Plays tricks on men in masks
The Reaper goes on whistling
Present never lasts
A circle runs right through me
Hot and ironclad
Forgettance ever-blooming
Wilted with the past
Godliness is hollow
While they're fighting amongst themselves
Godliness we swallow
And we wonder why we feel the urge to kill
Weary eyed and silent
With an appetite for tyrants
They're terrified of violent bursts
Adrenalized and dyin' to forget the way it burns
Godliness is hollow
Godliness we swallow
Godliness is hollow
While they're fighting amongst themselves
Godliness we swallow
And we wonder why we feel the urge to kill
Godliness is hollow
While they're fighting amongst themselves
Godliness we swallow
And we wonder why we feel the urge to kill