False Idol

Blind and petrified, I throw the sun to shade
Flesh made crystalline, dried out like a silver blade
Let it dry, all idols I worship
Bring me to my knees, exalted in death
To abhorrence, the mind you make
Everything I've coveted so becomes my way
A monument to abhorrence and precious stone remains
In precious stone remains
I was transforming my wicked will and mind
Flesh made crystalline, dried out like a silver blade
Let it dry, all idols I worship
Bring me to my knees, exalted in death
To abhorrence, the mind you make
Everything I've coveted so becomes my way
A monument to abhorrence and precious stone remains
In precious stone remains