Fold III Lyrics

I woke up still shaking from the night I had before
It might have been a dream, but I was shaken to my core
A crowded room of people, crosses hanging from their necks
All staring at me while I drink myself to death

It's not like we don't talk, I'm speaking more and more these days
Despite the lack of answers, and how much that silence weighs
I guess that you can't hear me from the bottom of this grave Or else you're just not listening, there are more important souls to save

Everybody saw right through you, preaching to the Fold
We thought that it was worship, it turned out to be a show
The cross around my neck, it tightened up into a noose
Holy brothers I thought loved me only loved what they might turn me into

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