Sangtekst: Demon Hunter. The Triptych. The Science Of Lies.

Bow down before the God of cash
The philosophy of modern man is sinking fast
No foundation for the frame by which you set your mind
Just a legacy of fiction for the feeble to find
Desperation breeding faith unto a pitiful lie
Give us your money and we'll open up your gullible eyes

No redemption, not a reason, but a symbol of why
This digression of surrender is the science of lies
No redemption, not a reason, but a symbol of why
This digression of surrender is the science of lies

Believe the sacred blasphemy, they feed
That hollow voice inside of your head
Receive the fleeting fallacy, they breathe
Trace every step from where you were led
Look back and tell yourself what they said, "Now flee"

And now, and now, and now, and now
And now you feel it pulling down
How can you buy into a faith that hasn't permanent ground?
Give me blood soaked, sacrificial worth
Not the artificial product of a fraudulent birth
Give me selfless, consecrated reprise
Not a worthless contribution to the science of lies

Blood soaked, sacrificial worth
Not the artificial product of a fraudulent birth
Give me selfless, consecrated reprise
Not a worthless contribution to the science of lies

Believe the sacred blasphemy, they feed
That hollow voice inside of your head
Receive the fleeting fallacy, they breathe
Trace every step from where you were led
Look back and tell yourself what they said, "Now flee"

Feel it pulling down, down, down, down

Believe the sacred blasphemy, they feed
That hollow voice inside of your head
Receive the fleeting fallacy, they breathe
Trace every step from where you were led
Look back and tell yourself what they said, "Now flee"