Fiction Kingdom

<p>[Verse 1]<br/>Dig yourself a shallow grave<br/>Your life is not the legacy of honor you would dig six feet for<br/>Broken is the way you came<br/>And broken is the way that you will leave when everything is paid for<br/>Make another hollow claim<br/>A fable of regurgitated nothing we could tear wide open<br/>False in every possible way<br/>Your god is still the powerless creation you will lose your hope in<br/><br/>Now you bleed for the lord of hate<br/>That you stole from the pages of truth<br/>And separate the product from its own account<br/>To birth a gospel of inferior view<br/>Black reign is all in dream<br/>Your truth is absolution&#x27;s end<br/><br/>[Chorus]<br/>Dead is the way you stake your life on<br/>The oblivious belief<br/>What a waste to sell your spirit for<br/>Dead is the way you stake your life on<br/>The oblivious belief<br/>What a waste to sell your spirit for<br/><br/>[Verse 2]<br/>Lay upon the bed you made<br/>Your word is not the legacy of truth that you would bet your life on<br/>Stand and face a mirrored blade<br/>And tremble in the wake of your conviction as you put your life on<br/><br/>Now you bleed for the lord of hate<br/>That you stole from the pages of truth<br/>And separate the product from its own account<br/>To birth a gospel of inferior view<br/>Black reign is all in dream<br/><br/>Your truth is absolution&#x27;s end<br/><br/>Dead is the way you stake your life on<br/>The oblivious belief<br/>What a waste to sell your spirit for<br/>Dead is the way you stake your life on<br/>The oblivious belief<br/>What a waste to sell your spirit for<br/>This war is a page unwritten<br/>But we know how it ends<br/>Take a step to the throne, convicted<br/>Choking back your amends<br/>Cry the death of fiction kingdom<br/><br/>Your truth is absolution&#x27;s end<br/><br/>Dead is the way you stake your life on<br/>The oblivious belief<br/>What a waste to sell your spirit for