Static color

Reside profoundly in doubt
Earned ignorance buys a ticket to hell
A brush stroke tinted with
Idolization turned to worship, paints within
The smallest of lines static color

The path has been hidden as long as we've touched the soil
Unbroken, waiting for turbulent footsteps to find their mark
When heaven sent us home
We ended up further from the hardships of virtue
Devising disordered rules of our own

Pray, the faith you have found helps you know the way
You pay for bones in the ground and eternal salvation

Give in to the crippling crutch of original sin
Redemption is sold at the door of the charlatan
Give in to the crippling crutch of original sin
Redemption is sold at the door of the charlatan

Forgive all we've forgotten ingrained deep in our souls
Unconscious doctrine forged a crack in the mold
(Guided with eyes blinded by small minds)
Bias taught them casting stones
From the pulpit grants protection
(Blight has disguised bodies of starlight)
All the children have drowned, immersed in holy water
(Guided with eyes blinded by small minds)
No one here made a sound as all our sons
And daughters closed their eyes
(Blight has disguised bodies of starlight)