Crawling

From the shadow of the blurring line
We come crawling, crawling
We bring freedom from the devil
We come crawling, crawling
Oh, little child, open your mind
You are lost, you need saving
Or you'll burn, you'll burn
Burn
We come with the plague
We slay our way
When your guard is down
We know what you're worth
Behind the golden masterpiece
Behind these beautiful words
A soul
Our dancing greed on the weak we feed
The unfortunate fear not our seed
An empire we build on years of guilt
Buried in the threads, a parasite at best
We come with the plague
We slay our way
When your guard is down
We know what you're worth