Cracked Halos

Painted halos of blue and white on a cracked facade,
Tellin' tales of a once righteous god.
When you continue to beat us with his broken rod.
You see a saint lookin' in the shattered glass,
But the reflection's there to never last.
You won't change the future if you can't change your past.
(Can they ever, ever change? They haven't, have they?)

Whisperin' lies 'til you think they're unbelievably true,
The biggest trick the forsaken one played was the one on you.
The narcissism and glorious supremacy.
Made us love medication in your pharmacy.
(why... why is this such a destiny for humanity?)

You build your castle on a bed of bones,
Can't hear the whispers, can't hear the groans.
Your walls are creaking, not just by your moans...
(What have they done?)
Drowned 'em out with your own applause,
Ignoring all the universal laws.
Building a nation with all of Satan's pride and flaws.
(Has he won? The forsaken one, forever lost?)
Are you good judges of character just by skin tones?

Changin' faces to fit the opera scene,
Wash your hands but they're never gonna get clean.
(Blood, conquest and slavery)
You think you look good, but you are something that shouldn't have been.
(Are you crazy, this is not true, or is it. Is it? Listen, you can hear it).

The mirror shows you what you wanna see,
A perfect lie... for a false eternity...
Did god say be? Or didn't he?
(Where are the angels of peace?)
(in pieces...)

(...they're never clean...)
(...the things I've seen...)
(...Really, really mean...)