Ghosts (Demo)

I didn't come to tread lightly 'round the mortal god beneath I didn't come to tread lightly; seen Leviathan's teeth The Stockholm Syndrome of civil religion If a god is what you need then a god is what you'll feed They're ghosts in the machine The flag and the creed Put your faith in me I didn't come bend the knee I came to stand God without being, god without life Leviathan swarms and demands sacrifice Priests and kings both bow before The only thing life guarantees Hail the mortal god We the people, destroyer of worlds We the people, am death become Life makes survivors of us all Your hunger for glory Bloodlust for fame You thirst for greatness But the world will forget your name Mortal god The world will forget your name