Gift Horse

Here we go again, stuck in the
Same cycle of old versus the new
Versus the bold versus the doomed
Pattern as code, we deconstruct to
Break the mold
A pale horse is on the horizon, at
Least that's always been their mission
They conscript it, to destroy our vision
To destroy our ambition, the science
Of a christian and the irresponsibility
Of religion
I believe the time has come to seize
Our futurеs back from false prophets
Progress is living to our utmost potеntial, not by
Anyone's lies anymore. Not afraid of the four, riding
And bringing the end to what they perpetuate and pretend
We'll take all of their deceit, and shove it down their throats
I didn't mean to look you inside your mouth
You preach of plagues but now you got your tongue caught in the stampede
Ride your pale horse up high
But i can't help to ask
Why the long face?