Lyrics

From scripture to conscription
A militia of opposition
You paint the world with a crooked-ended conscience
The brush is frayed in your brittle hands
And your palette is stained

I, inverse
From the gods above - I am the earth
Bones and clay await the day
Of man becoming God

Under the aegis
Of a watchful eye
Slip away from oppressive surveyors
In a blackened guise

All rivers run down stream
Your poison spikes the source
The brush is frayed in your brittle hands
And your palette is stained

Under the aegis
Of a watchful eye
Slip away from oppressive surveyors
In a blackened guise

Aegis
Aegis
Aegis
Aegis

The fruit you bear has a bitter taste
Why were we left to die alone?
The stains we wear cannot be erased
You were said to be our shield
O, what a tragic web we weave
When gods become thieves

Godhead becometh the man who seek free will
From the watchful eyes of our antithesis
Flee not from your creators
But dismantle them from the core
Godhead becometh the man who seek free will
Godhead becometh the man who seek free will