Dust - Conveyer

It’s clear to see your faith is in this world

We’ve perfected nothing and thrown true love away

The world offered us a fool’s crown that we took in exchange

We’ve discolored the truth black and white to conserve our way of life

I long for the day this tribe of pretenders will pay for their crimes

Will pay with their lives

A culture war is all I’ve ever seen

We’ve traded Western comfort for what we believe

I implore the divorce of our kingdom and His

Woe to the children of men

Your kings and rulers all return to the dust

No man alive can help any of us

Your kings and rulers

Your kingdom returns to the dust

No man alive can help any of us