The Plague Lyrics

Just like the spread of disease
Debt and guilt or guilt and decree,
The masters that we please
Yet if we seek help for infirmities
We are made twice the sons of hell as before.
Reach out your hand, reach out your hand,
Only to be plagued by disease.
Reach out your hand, reach out your hand,
Only to be plagued by disease.

While religion tries to blame what we cannot see,
I accept that part of the problem is me
It was never a sacred mandate to accept conformity,
Through select revelations that we choose to believe

Another blind guide replacing divine eyes.

Familiarity is the great deception,
Disguised by authority sealing out subversion
Whitewashed tombs have hidden the truth,
For we unknowingly worship icons of ordinary (life)

Reach out your hand to find forgiveness,
Only to be plagued by disease
The horrors of beliefs and customs,
Camouflaged by commonality

Reach out your hand [x4]
I still believe that there is hope for us,
But I believe we must look outside
The sanctuaries of oppression,
That have brought our world so much pain

Another blind guide replacing divine eyes
Whitewashed tombs have hidden the truth

Reach out your hand to find forgiveness,
Only to be plagued by disease
Reach out your hand to find forgiveness,
Only to be plagued by disease

Reach out your hand, reach out your hand