Lyrics

Sirens in the smoke
Prayer-ropes drag in the mud
Scripture soaked
In gasoline and blood

Eyes rolled white
Mouths foam black
Chanting ash
As the vests strap tight
Rust-stained knives
Wave over cracked concrete
Every lie
A fuse they can’t unlight

False prophet’s fire
Burns through bone and sky
Kneel to a nothing
While the living die
Torn flesh choir
Screams in twisted praise
You worship emptiness
And call it holy rage (holy rage)

Children’s shoes
Fused to shattered glass
Fragments of faces
Buried in the trash
You preach paradise
In a sewer of decay
Serrated halos
Where the dead still pray

False prophet’s fire
Burns through bone and sky
Kneel to a nothing
While the living die
Torn flesh choir
Screams in twisted praise
You worship emptiness
And call it holy rage (holy rage)

Pits of teeth and powder
Jawbones in the rain
Your “sacred” words
Spelled only in pain
Every bomb a sermon
Every corpse a verse
You sell your souls
For a borrowed curse (yeah)

False prophet’s fire
Burns through bone and sky
Kneel to a nothing
While the living die
Torn flesh choir
Screams in twisted praise
You worship emptiness
And call it holy rage (holy rage)

Ash on the altar
Crowds turned to stains
Your “holy war”
Just a graveyard of names
When the smoke clears
Only truth remains
Your false prophet
Chained in your flames