Вершы: I Am Abomination. To Our Forefathers. The Deceiver.

For the toll of the road,
It's something fabricated, one writer.
Whether right, or whether wrong,
We are both who we don't want to see
And the same.

I will come out of the water
And you will magically part it,
Walk right through it.

If I'm a deceiver, then may lightning strike me down.
Reach for the sky, there's nothing left here for you,
But atmosphere.

Is our will worth anything?
Would I have been saved, if it wasn't by you?
Here you've found no love,
Hoping you'll find love now.

My ammo of choice walks on its own two legs.
But, yours just simply preachers and men.
And I believe that you've all been naturally selected,
To be irrational and perpetual to still believe.

This is survival of the fittest.
Where is your savior now?
This is divine intervention.
Weren't you the savvy?

If I'm a deceiver, then may lightning strike me down.
Reach for the sky, there's nothing left here for you,
But atmosphere.

If I'm a deceiver, then may lightning strike me down.
Reach for the sky, there's nothing left here for you,
But atmosphere.