False Prophets

I've said this once before
And I'll say it again
You are no martyr
You are no saint

I've climbed this mountain to the greatest extent
And I'll keep climbing I'm not afraid
The sky is opening up
To swallow us whole

Your reign is numbered with the wind
All that you've created will be buried
Underneath the weight of the fallout
Buried underneath the world

What did you expect, that I would bleed for you
You never bled for me
I find it ironic that you think I would die for you
What did you expect,
We wouldn't catch on?

I've said this once before
And I'll say it again
You are no martyr
You are no saint

I'm at the edge of the wall.
But I'm not afraid of these heights.

I won't stand for the lack of humility.
I won't be a part of the decadence of humanity.
I will never put my faith in man.
How does this monster sleep at night?

The world I once knew is dead.
This is the American dream.
Take take take until there is nothing left.
You are dead to me.