Turn It Down

There is blood on our hands tonight So this is where the world lies behind the Son of Man, now go Sell your soul For this world will offer nothing Well I have invented angels of my own They are false and untrue Crawling, cowering they still my shroud When I swear from the blazing Son above Uncovered, so shall I fall This is where my bones will rest In the desert of forsakeness Watch your back cause the sky is turning black Don't listen, for I will make you a liar Closed off by crossed arms There is no worship here So put your foot down So quick to eject and reject