this is the setting for a prison of thought the altar breaks and come tumbling down but we cannot forget our souls, they're only ignored and they cannot control our thoughts with words the open door is your casket, and no longer our mind for we inherited their hands, but not their faith but there is a new faith created by men, and put in place to make us easy to control but we were not born to serve, is out responsibility to fight or shall we bear witness to this tyrrany? control yourself, your thoughts are your own, open your mind control yourself, your thoughts are your own they can't control your thoughts or actions altars we lay upon, altars we pray upon now that our faith is gone, altars we're lying from altars to worship, altars to beg, altars to sacrifice unwilling prey all hope is gone, our faith is lost, there was a choice we made to just let go i repent! i will not forget! i repent, i will not forget how many times have the words left our mouths to fuel our minds? all the things we say we will do will amount to shit if there is no action behind them for the truth of what we've inherited is not what we're being promised all our good intentions, all our loving thoughts are meaningless our hope is gone, our faith is lost; we are being controlled but we were not born to serve, we were not born to serve you are my brother, you are my father, you are my sister, you are my mother you are my enemy, you are my lover, you are my enemy power equals nothing, words are meaningless you who are my enemy, i embrace you as my brother