Grip so tight, behind tired eyes
Control no more, creator of lies
Start of new flesh
Storm the force on the outside chapel
Tear the skin of an old redemption
Sobriety exists to be torn down
The god of shit
Consequences mean nothing now
You've been made God by your own demand
All in shadow
Take your hands to the weaker ones
Hold back struggle inside
And show them glory
Rising up
Layers breaking
Feel them rise, feel the fight
Like to them I'll beat you now
Like to them... I'll beat you down