"Thegodmachine: The Rider" lyrics - PHINEHAS
Trapped in the trenches
Overrun by idols
We've strapped pride to our bones and sealed it with our skin
Looking for a way to beat this system
We're trading life for a corpse
Entangled with the dead and silenced by our guilt
We've strapped pride to our bones and sealed it with our skin
I've encased myself in a tomb
With gods as dead as me
Surrounded by stones of depravity
I'm already dead
And I'm running out of answers, out running all the answers
We want more
We want more
Every failure leaves me deeper in the ground
Show me what I've become
Hanging skulls on my branches
Waist below the earth
I was a fool of lust since the day of my birth
Oh my love, I haven't let you go
Golden skies will divide to receive your soul
Oh my son, you've just begun to grow
But we've strapped pride to our bones and sealed it with our skin
I've encased myself in a tomb
With gods as dead as me
Surrounded by stones of depravity
Turn this tomb to dust
I'm already dead
Oh my love, I haven't let you go
Golden skies will divide to receive your soul
Oh my son you've just begun to grow
But we've strapped pride to our bones and sealed it with our skin
Oh my God, You never let me go
Oh my God, You never let me go
Oh my God, You never let me go
As lifeless as statues
As fleeting as dust in the air
We've robbed Your splendor and replaced it with deceit
Replaced with deceit
Replaced with ruin
Show us what you see
Grace come swiftly
Show us what you see
Grace come swiftly
Show us what you see
Grace come swiftly
Show us what you see
Grace come swiftly
Show us what you see
Grace come swiftly
Show us what you see
Grace come swiftly
Like the waves upon the shore
I can't hear You in my heart anymore
Grace come swiftly and drag the axe further towards me
The son of man approaches the hollows
He breaks the guilt in one fell swoop
Beheading our treachery
Oh God would you bring a burning downpour of Your blood
I can hear the hordes of ghosts screaming in Your choir
But would Your love make any difference in a graveyard?
There's no running now
His thunder shakes the earth
There will be no trace of betrayal
All creation trembles before You
As You lift Your hand
Your will be done