Counting the Rosaries Lyrics

Taken we crawl to the remnants of a society ruled with a clenched fist.
Wading through the metaphors with the rest.
Knee deep in Judas flow we walk along the
beaten path of despair.
We crawl.
Counting the Rosaries as they fall.
Might without matter, a shield left guarding your mind.
All wisdom mistaken as a belief, and a stone to guide you in line.
Reason escaping as you enlighten, the words
slowly turn to verses, inspired by a euphoric biblical presence.
The answers now more obvious when you are lost.
Flesh to the fire and the sins washed away.
Who to blame now.
The mornings prove witness with torture to the witches.
The proud, the difference, my eyes now stained with the blood of respite.
But still I stand watching the insolence piercing my mind.
Who to blame now.
Now unleashed from a cage, a state of mental pandemonium.
With the end now far from sight.
The excuses now too many, without reason.
Falling short of our goal to reach salvation we might....
But now conviction sets deep in the hearts of the congregation.
Where to go now with your faith undone?