Gods of Clay

Veil Ripper Records

Veil Ripper Melodic Deathcore

Veil Ripper Records

deathcore, melodic metalcore, hardcore

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(Intro)
Born to rise, they say — (hah!)
From dust to flame, to fade away!
(Go!)
Mirror minds in neon light,
Selling truth at megabyte!
(Yeah!)

(Verse 1)
They preach that rea-son light — (burn!)
But reason blinds the sight.
Freedom’s mask — plastic made,
Painted gold, then thrown away.
(Slice!)
Pride in silk and sound,
Echoes faith that can’t be found.
“Man is good!” — the choir sings,
While rust corrodes their angel wings!
(Break!)

(Pre-Chorus)
Virtue’s just a borrowed clay,
Grace don’t bow the human way.
You play god with mortal strings —
But He still tunes everything!
(Breee!)

(Chorus)
Bow down! (Yeah!) — gods of clay!
Your light dissolves in broad-day gray.
You raise your hands, but skies won’t bend,
The Potter rules from start to end!
(Spin it!)
Gods of clay — your temples shake,
The truth you fake, the love you break.
You breathe rebellion, call it free —
But man’s no maker — just debris!
(Go!)

(Verse 2)
Tolerance — turns to trance,
Justice — breaks its stance.
“Unity!” bleeds from every screen,
While truth dies quiet — behind the scene!
(Yeah!)
Spirit sold for likes and gold,
“Progress!” — the faith retold.
Saints of silicon preach control,
Digital Eden, same old soul!
(Blegh!)

(solo)

(Bridge)
He breathes — and towers fall,
He speaks — and kings crawl.
Reason bends — beneath His call,
The Potter reigns — through it all!
(Go!)

(Breakdown)
Rational kings — (kneel to the void!)
Reason screams — (truth destroyed!)
Your pride pretends, your soul’s on lease,
Bow to the Hand — that grants you peace!
(Die to rise!)

(Outro)
Ash to ash, tongue to tongue,
Every hymn you’ve sung undone.
No man reigns, no word can stand,
He molds the dust — with sovereign hand.
(Yeah!)
Gods of clay… (echo)
Gods of clay…
The Hand still reigns.
(BOOM!)

2421/7500

(Intro) Born to rise, they say — (hah!) From dust to flame, to fade away! (Go!) Mirror minds in neon light, Selling truth at megabyte! (Yeah!) (Verse 1) They preach that rea-son light — (burn!) But reason blinds the sight. Freedom’s mask — plastic made, Painted gold, then thrown away. (Slice!) Pride in silk and sound, Echoes faith that can’t be found. “Man is good!” — the choir sings, While rust corrodes their angel wings! (Break!) (Pre-Chorus) Virtue’s just a borrowed clay, Grace don’t bow the human way. You play god with mortal strings — But He still tunes everything! (Breee!) (Chorus) Bow down! (Yeah!) — gods of clay! Your light dissolves in broad-day gray. You raise your hands, but skies won’t bend, The Potter rules from start to end! (Spin it!) Gods of clay — your temples shake, The truth you fake, the love you break. You breathe rebellion, call it free — But man’s no maker — just debris! (Go!) (Verse 2) Tolerance — turns to trance, Justice — breaks its stance. “Unity!” bleeds from every screen, While truth dies quiet — behind the scene! (Yeah!) Spirit sold for likes and gold, “Progress!” — the faith retold. Saints of silicon preach control, Digital Eden, same old soul! (Blegh!) (Chorus) Bow down! (Yeah!) — gods of clay! Your light dissolves in broad-day gray. You raise your hands, but skies won’t bend, The Potter rules from start to end! (Spin it!) Gods of clay — your temples shake, The truth you fake, the love you break. You breathe rebellion, call it free — But man’s no maker — just debris! (Go!) (solo) (Bridge) He breathes — and towers fall, He speaks — and kings crawl. Reason bends — beneath His call, The Potter reigns — through it all! (Go!) (Breakdown) Rational kings — (kneel to the void!) Reason screams — (truth destroyed!) Your pride pretends, your soul’s on lease, Bow to the Hand — that grants you peace! (Die to rise!) (Chorus) Bow down! (Yeah!) — gods of clay! Your light dissolves in broad-day gray. You raise your hands, but skies won’t bend, The Potter rules from start to end! (Spin it!) Gods of clay — your temples shake, The truth you fake, the love you break. You breathe rebellion, call it free — But man’s no maker — just debris! (Go!) (Outro) Ash to ash, tongue to tongue, Every hymn you’ve sung undone. No man reigns, no word can stand, He molds the dust — with sovereign hand. (Yeah!) Gods of clay… (echo) Gods of clay… The Hand still reigns. (BOOM!)

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