For shepherds we shall be Leaders and liars cultivating the weak Numb and trembling, hand in hand Bound to possessions like a noose on our throats We deserve to choke upon the ash and sand Sink the structures of a modern wasteland Ripe with propaganda and prejudice The failed mechanics of man The dawn of the hollow heart Let it all drown in a river of blood For shepherds we shall be Leaders and liars cultivating the weak Numb and trembling, hand in hand Bound to possessions like a noose on our throats But I refuse to live in fear of a world that hates me I wish it would all just disappear Though I may bear the burden We all fan the flamesWe all wear the mask Do you see the Devil inside of you? He stands in step with you Do you see the Devil inside of you? More from Fit For An Autopsy