Phobia

In the age of gold we sculpt with deads In the age of liberty reigns the dread In the age of wealth we waste flames But the flames are known to our dead Abomination, humiliation, God cursed creation Why you cage our souls To your kingdom Illumination, desire, salvation, You exiled creation Let me walk the path of wisdom The dead are counting With their names The dread is following up with shames The blood is spooking the place But this place is not new to our dead The dead are counting With their names The dread is following up with shames The blood is spooking the place But this place is not new to our dead Abomination, humiliation Abomination, abomination, humiliation Let me walk the path of wisdom