My Horses Are Many - Phinehas

This is what it’s like to be on fire burning through the coals

What a way to release this fury and be consumed

A false prophet and a terrible liar

Trading money for souls

Abomination of a broad horizon

You sold them for a frail mansion

It’s nothing but dust

Your recompense and tongue will be fed down your throat

Oh you’d topple the pillars of a church to make yourself a god

When you speak it’s a dead language

When you speak it’s a dead language

Forfeit the grace you never

Forfeit the grace you never preach

The grace you never preach

The grace you never preach

The grace you never preach

Limb for a limb

You’ll be torn to shreds

Eye for an eye

You’ll be torn to shreds

Throw it down like you never want to see it again

If this is a slippery slope you’re at the bottom of the ditch

Take advantage of the children yet you call yourself a man

If this is a slippery slope you’re at the bottom of the ditch

Headlong

Headlong