Step upon the altar and be celebrated by the masses.
Your worth is our appetite and you’ll soon be consumed.


Detach your mind from reality.
Just tell yourself you’ve felt love.
If you saw the faces that you enslave would you carry on?
But a bullet inside your side it don’t mean that you know war.
Your honor was spent. It’s drying up.


A thousand thousand depravities,
These little ones stand exposed.
With a gentle spirit and a hollow smile we’ll bury them below.
But a bullet inside your side don’t mean that you know war.
Your honor is spent. It’s drying up.


So if this is what you want, open your eyes bright and wide.
Come on!
When you see the faces that we enslave, can you carry on?


Deathwork like this divorces our design.
Your image has worth, it mirrors the divine.
Subvert and destroy no need to repent
You say you know love, but you won’t relent

Do not mistake His long suffering for weakness.
Every worker of death must be washed with the blood of Jesus.
He is faithful. He restores. He can heal us and redeem.
Let not these deathworks blind us from his grace.
Free the captives. Selah.