Fingerprints of the Gods Lyrics

I want you to stop

Immortalizing people as gods

Their power over you, in flesh, is imperfect and flawed

Cease your winded wavering

'Neath the will of a man

Stand up for yourself, you ego

You're an agent of your own plan

We hear your screamin

From the other end of a dirt road empty

On a tense Monday evenin

Though you think no one is listening

Man is not God of his house

Within cannot withstand without

Beggars and kings may enter

With a crowbar and a couple of rounds

Oh baby

Glass half empty way too often

The king will drink his wine

From his tax-paid goblet

Glass at half says the jack

With a nefarious smirk

And fingers crossed behind his back

A robe reaches the floor