The Plague
As I Lay Dying - The Powerless Rise
Just like the spread of disease… Ya… Ya…
Debt and guilt or guilt and decree
the masters that we please.
Yet if we seek help for infirmities
we are made twice the sons of hell as before.
Reach out your hand. Reach out your hand
only to be plagued by disease.
Reach out your hand. Reach out your hand
only to be plagued by disease.
While religion tries to blame what we cannot see
I accept that part of the problem is me.
It was never a sacred mandate to accept conformity
Through select revelations that we choose to believe.
Another blind guide replacing divine eyes.
Familiarity is the great deception
Whitewashed tombs have hidden the truth
for we unknowingly worship icons of ordinary life.
Reach out your hand to find forgiveness
only to be plagued by disease.
The horrors of beliefs and customs
camouflaged by commonality.
reach out your hand. Reach out your hand
I still believe that there is hope for us
but I believe we must look outside
The sanctuaries of oppression that have brought our world so much pain…
Another blind guide replacing divine eyes (eyes).
Whitewashed tombs (whitewashed tombs) have hidden the truth.
Reach out your hand to find forgiveness
only to be plagued by disease (plagued by disease).
Reach out your hand to find forgiveness (reach out your hand)
only to be plagued by disease.