The Comfort Of Cowards - Immolation

Echo in your head

Reverberating… endlessly

Beliefs are thicker than blood

Tearing us all apart

Too many lives, too many dead

Solutions of fantasy

In an age of truth

Abundant yet… impotent

Taken as gospel

To comfort the cowards

And silence the followers

No intelligence in your design

Watch your faith start to decline

I accept all, but you won’t

I see clearly, but you don’t

In a world of flesh and fear

Men are dying for their Gods

People killing for their Gods

The world is crying for your Gods

A blindness is upon you

One of the unshakable potency

Though the sun burns your skin

You deny its power and heat

Fight free of your possession

Or die alone in darkness

Will you reach out with final desperation

For the soothing lies and comfort of cowards