Dust
Greg Thomas, Conveyer
It pains my heart to finally say these words
It’s clear to see your faith is in this world
We’ve perfected nothing and thrown true love away
The world offered us a fool’s crown that we took in exchange
We’ve discolored the truth black and white to conserve our way of life
I long for the day this tribe of pretenders will pay for their crimes
Will pay with their lives
A culture war is all I’ve ever seen
We’ve traded Western comfort for what we believe
I implore the divorce of our kingdom and His
Woe to the children of men
Your kings and rulers all return to the dust
No man alive can help any of us
Your kings and rulers
Your kingdom returns to the dust
No man alive can help any of us