Don't you trust that wicked lie  (THEY SELL FOR FREE)  Human hangers are just nature's novelty.  I'll protect you make good with all I have  (WE WONT LOSE THIS FIGHT)  I'll remind you    Here is the truth  Your mirror is the falsest god you'll ever know.  It has no soul and envies the pulse beneath your throat.  But gods they die slow  Before we commit deicide  Trust your eyes  And I will not let you fall.    It's not fair in the way that you judge your self  They parade bones and skin on the cover page.  If we have to choose deicide  (IF THAT'S WHAT YOU NEED)  God is biting the curb.    Just say the word and I'll dance through glass,   Cut through the pain to show you how it teaches resolve,   I wont let them hollow out your hope    But gods die slow  Before we commit deicide  Trust your eyes  And I will not let you  Fall despite where you might jump from.  Gods will fall before I let you disappear inside this syndrome  (I've COME FOR YOUR BLOOD)  Idols made of conceit will meet their end.    I've climbed through the skies  And I stand here before you  Have you not heard me pleading?   This is the way this story ends    So I've come for your blood  And whatever else there is  I'm not taking your jive this is deicide,   Yeah, your gonna pay for your wicked tongue,   Bleed you till your bone dry.