To Those Of Faith

You twisted, unintentional engineers Of the apocalypse you're trying to survive Prayers fall upon the deaf ears of man who believe they're alive Knives, knives in the backs of - Knives, knives in your back Knives in the back of your missionaries The king of kings is the king of neglect And we're all unwilling marionettes Controlled by your apathy, chained by regret (enslaved) And we're all unwilling marionettes A life on our knees and look what we get (enslaved) Our throats are all sore from desperation Our souls are all dead and he's waiting to collect Our souls are all dead And we're all unwilling marionettes Controlled by your apathy, chained by regret (enslaved) And we're all unwilling marionettes A life on our knees - Enslaved