Crucified an unbound desire
Succinct their words, a vision of hellfire
Strings dance for the background of glass
Impoverished, fanatic, transfixed on the mass
Can you feel fingers tighten around the rope?
Flailing and spittle, a feeling of hope
A life forfeit
As you're forced to submit and exist
A life of torment
Brought by sin, fueled by greed
Belief now exists as a fact
For the gullible few intact
Over and over they funnel the masses
Rotten desires of their puppet masters
The tides of their dark dance, swirling in their midst
Hoods adorned, a woolen mask and a crown of thorns
Can you feel fingers tighten around the rope?
Flailing and spittle, a feeling of hope
A life forfeit
As you're forced to submit and exist
A life of torment
Brought by sin, fueled by greed
Belief now exists as a fact
For the gullible few intact
Can you feel, fingers around the rope?
Wringing the neck of the current pope
A life forfeit, forced to submit
No one will ever, even exist
Last Word - Pendulous Zealot Lyrics
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Crucified an unbound desire
Succinct their words, a vision of hellfire
Strings dance for the background of glass
Impoverished, fanatic, transfixed on the mass
Can you feel fingers tighten around the rope?
Flailing and spittle, a feeling of hope
A life forfeit
As you're forced to submit and exist
A life of torment
Brought by sin, fueled by greed
Belief now exists as a fact
For the gullible few intact
Over and over they funnel the masses
Rotten desires of their puppet masters
The tides of their dark dance, swirling in their midst
Hoods adorned, a woolen mask and a crown of thorns
Can you feel fingers tighten around the rope?
Flailing and spittle, a feeling of hope
A life forfeit
As you're forced to submit and exist
A life of torment
Brought by sin, fueled by greed
Belief now exists as a fact
For the gullible few intact
Can you feel, fingers around the rope?
Wringing the neck of the current pope
A life forfeit, forced to submit
No one will ever, even exist
Succinct their words, a vision of hellfire
Strings dance for the background of glass
Impoverished, fanatic, transfixed on the mass
Can you feel fingers tighten around the rope?
Flailing and spittle, a feeling of hope
A life forfeit
As you're forced to submit and exist
A life of torment
Brought by sin, fueled by greed
Belief now exists as a fact
For the gullible few intact
Over and over they funnel the masses
Rotten desires of their puppet masters
The tides of their dark dance, swirling in their midst
Hoods adorned, a woolen mask and a crown of thorns
Can you feel fingers tighten around the rope?
Flailing and spittle, a feeling of hope
A life forfeit
As you're forced to submit and exist
A life of torment
Brought by sin, fueled by greed
Belief now exists as a fact
For the gullible few intact
Can you feel, fingers around the rope?
Wringing the neck of the current pope
A life forfeit, forced to submit
No one will ever, even exist
Writer: Chris Johnston
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid