Praxis /// Songtext
von False Light

No nails in your hands, but they′re forced in the dirt
Witless
Docile
Dragged with the herd
You bathe in blood
You scum, you worthless swine
Guilty where you stand
Murder of the mind


Empty fucking stomach from vomiting lies
Your heaven is a prison and your cross a disguise
Your words that you've bastardized
My bastard eyes you′ve cauterized
Clawed my tongue from my mouth, silencing my cries

You're just a crook
Crooked as your smile
I see your false gaze, that whisper of fear

Deeper and deeper, you dig the world's grave
Deeper and deeper, just the work of a slave
(Lifeless eyes open, wilt as you enslave)

Twisting your words
Counterfeit truth
Twisting your words, tie up your noose